Macabre

The ketchup was bloodThe mustard was pusInside the closetWas pickled private partsMcDahmers — Isn’t your kind of placeMcDahmers — It’s not a happy placeMcDahmers — He’ll boil off your faceMcDahmers — You’ll never leave his placeThe nuggets were testiclesThe

You will die by surprisewhen I take your life I will smileJohn George Haigh was a vampirewho drank old ladies bloodthen put them in a non-corrosive drumand with acid he’d dissolve themWith my knife I make a cut on your neckYour blood fills a glass for meA special treatNow that you’