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Butcher
On Monday I visited the butchers shop again.
Hung my flesh on the meat hooks. Put the price over my head.
Go on and take me to your chopping board. Blood spilt on your apron like flowing rivers. Gaze upon your carnage like a king.
Go on use your carving knife. Build mountains of my rotting flesh. Use my body as your bread of life.
Use the best cuts for dinner. Look into my vacant eyes as you hang my skull on your wall.
Succubus in human skin. Believe me: I delivered myself into the hands of destruction.
On Monday I went to the butcher's shop again.
I hung my body on the meat hooks. I put a price on myself.
Go ahead and put me on your chopping board. Blood spilled on your apron like flowing rivers. Look at your destruction like a king.
Go ahead, use your carving knife. Pile up my decaying body. Use me as your essential food.
Use the best parts for your meal. Look into my empty eyes as you hang my skull on your wall.
A demon in human form. Trust me: I gave myself into the hands of destruction.