Festering Sore - Cellar of Horror

An innocent victim
It's easy to pick them
A young girl out walking alone
I prowl the streets nightly
So lock your doors tightly
It's best to just stay in your home
Cruising by slowly
You might even know me
Our next meeting will be your last
Your pretty young pout
As I knock you out
Tonight, I'm ending my fast

Pure and unspoiled I'm troubled and toiled
Over how to prepare such a dish
Losing all fear as the hour draws near
Tonight I shall get my wish

My calloused hands crush the life from your puny neck
With my knife I make the slice, now fully erect
Freeing your soul, I drill the hole, my passion unrestrained
Love is blind as I fuck your mind and penetrate your brain

Bound and gagged in my basement, subject to debasement
Staring death right in the eyes
Preparations begin as I season your skin
Oblivious to your muffled cried
Starting to boil you're bathed in hot oil
The meat will soon fall from your bones
Practically starving, you're ripe for the carving
A gourmand leaving no unturned stones

Hunger sets in, I remove your skin
Surveying the blood stained room
The rest of your flesh will stay Tupperware fresh
Alone in a deep-freezer tomb
Cellar of Horror