Poem of a Junky and Cannibalism

Lost too much blood Its already settled in his guts Tricked by a drug deal Lust for a quick high, never satisfied I can still smell the aroma of chloroform In my chest, in my brain Knocked me out just the same As one of those booze-filled nights of whiskey and cocaine He preys on the sinners, those that go unnoticed Prostitutes, drug addicts, the homeless Last one was a whore He let me watch her suffer Then cut at her in pieces till her meat became tougher He ate at her ravenously Then broke the bones savagely Wishing for a wish bone As though humor would ease my tension I noticed his bib and uten sils As if that made him anymore civilized Yet who am I to criticize... I've slept in my puke and shared needles with bums I was brought back to the reality by his devilish hums He was the ripper. Of that i was sure. He cut first at her "lips" She must've been used to the abuse Of all those perverted men The more money made her loose Then I lay on his dinner table Cut', (ouch), "HELP" Aroused when his meals yelled He liked me So he assured me that I was but a victim of this body I was coming down and started tweaking As bodily fluids began leaking Death seemed like the only solution I accepted it with open arms Cops busted in Body parts devoured And all I wanted was my monster