Vanity 

They say her hungers a problem they tell her to curb her appetite they say she can’t keep herself from trying a bite of every plate in sight they  worship a pathetic virtue oh they tell her gluttony a sin but her desires are bottomless. She wants to slit our throat and eat it like it’s sick the slaughter is on she loves to see you come undone unsatisfied until she got you flayed alive so grab a plate have a taste the flavor, intoxicating She’s praying on the butchers vein hahaha to truss you up and pretty patterns oh to dress your flesh up with the works perfectly portioned by a dagger serving the finest leftover desserts why would she desecrate a carcass oh why let the offal go to waste?  it’s love that guides my cleaver with such tenderness a perfect strike, will fix the horror on your face the slaughter is hers oh blood and viscera divine  preserved and primed each muscle divvied up to dine and in the high there she is she is tasting a dripping bloody love she will devour all of you in time oh, you’re a heart aortic work of art,  her love, her knife to carve up your life so have a plate and have a taste of flavour and intoxicating, she still praying on the butchers vein, to snap the sinew she wants to get within you to not forgive you rigor mortis mold and mildew but dear, you should be grateful that she didn’t waste a good meal that all my love’s precision carves a cut carves a cut to simply die for  huh to snap the sinew she wants to get within you she wants to scar your tissue butterfly and rectify you she needs to be your afterlife Eucharist I deify she will eat you with a fork and knife she will rip in your hand and teeth to take a bite hahahahaha the slaughter is on she will love to see come undone unsatisfied until she has you flayed alive has various of melee weapons and carries a gun if you run always will smile And blood thirsty  eats body parts kill various other people