The Butcheress

He looks so peaceful in his sleep

Her butcher's knives ready to cut deep

She checks the blade's bite with a grin

He gasps awake as the knife sinks in

Maniac, malice, and murder

She stabs him 37 times further

Laughing and hungry for more

He tries to run, but she drags him from the door

With no hesitation and without delay

Skillfully she makes a macabre display

His skinsuit on a meat hook in the living room

This is where his home becomes his tomb

Maniac, malice, and murder

Stabs him 37 times further

Laughing and hungry for more

He tries to run, but she drags him from the door

Drip, drip, drip of blood on the way to the cooktop

Dead eyes looking up from the sickening stewpot

Dinner time for her and his children, she serves three plates

Hope you brought your appetite for some gruesome steaks

Maniac, malice, and murder

She stabs him 37 times further

Laughing and hungry for more

He tries to run, but she drags him from the door