The Cannibal's Ball.

A sickening darkness deep within,
You revel in your every sin,
Cutting away at a strangers flesh,
Making a new party dress.

Pulling out your victims heart,
This is your very own kind of art,
Dissecting every body-part,
Your mind slowly starts to fall apart.

Screams of pain are all in vain,
This is an addiction you cannot abstain,
You try your best to save the brain,
As your dinner guests may complain.

The left overs you care about the most,
Using the blood to raise a toast,
A new future is what you boast,
That unworthy stranger is now just a ghost.

The perfect meal for one and all,
To be served again at the next ball,
Although it would make their skin crawl,
If they knew that they were eating eyeball.