Time For Supper

Cutting your flesh, making you wish for death
Pulverize you into a bloody pulp, slicing deep your fucking throat
Hacking you through, spewing pancreatic juice
Swirling misery, you're death, my victory
 
Bludgeoned, shrieking
You will suffer!
 
Razors slice through your skin
Eyeballs pierced with large pins
Grinding through the bone
Wishing that you were safe at home
Lungs filling with blood
Fall off the table, creating a loud thud
Slaughtered alive
Somebody hear me, I wanna die
Witness your legs hacked off for barbecue
Some of your giblets will be placed in a stew
Pieces of you placed in the freezer
Your body in shock, your having a seizure
Maggots will dine on your open wounds
Your remains will be stuffed inside a hollow tomb