Willingly he did come to me A sacrifice, victuals he would be In this house, condemned to stay I cut him, took his phallus away Watched as he slowly bled to death Oh, I anticipated that final breath For his body to go limp, so weak I hung him by a hook like meat Licked the skin, so sweet the taste Not even an ounce would I waste Piece by piece hacked him apart Bloody hands ripped out his heart His flesh I did so very much crave Bones were buried in a shallow grave In the backyard, never to be found The stench of death is still around I felt no regret, no, not in the least For one year, upon him I did feast * Based on stories I have read about cannibal Armin Meiwes * A big thank you to my friend Per "Ossi" Mikkelsen for telling me the story about Meiwes