Sequential butcher

The buzz of the knife is music to my ears,

the same machine I've used for years.

I can't help myself,  God knows I tried,

since I was sixteen I've had the devil inside.

As I carve yet another slice of this life,

she is moving but why?

It's because I eat them alive.

The machine still buzzing and in full gory swing,

I'm almost finished dismembering this pretty thing.

She's quiet now and all is fine,

I'm eating her tongue with a glass of wine.

The law knows too well I am compelled,

I will not stop killing till my mind is well.

When they find these corpses of mine,

they know the world is no longer fine.

To leave my mark, I take the tongue,

pickle it in brine, would you like one...?

I don't seek contrite, I can't see the light,

my hunger for flesh, is an ongoing fight.

I am normal as defined by me...not a cell in this world

will I ever be...

I will end it first, by my own hand,

first to continue my killing across the land.

I'm the king of my domain making a name,

never to slow or show any shame.

Oh here's another been waiting for her,

she has no idea what's about to occur.

I saw her talking and standing there,

my mouth watering but she's still unaware.

What a tasty treat indeed, I will have her for dinner,

a treat just for me, does that make me a sinner?

Garlic and onions and...oh I can't wait

to have her tongue on my dinner plate....