Empty Box

An empty box is all that’s laid in the ground for my memory,
they never found my body though they searched for a year.
Even you went to check on me, but somehow I disappeared.
I cursed you with my final breath and swore I’d get you back.

I’d be your karma and your death, I’ll stain your soul to black.
You thought you got off scot-free and dead men tell no tales,
your one mistake was choosing me, the plan destined to fail.

You thought that I was gone for good, such a silly way of thinking,
I’ve done what I never could, tell me when will it sink in?
Constant cravings fill my mind with a hunger for human flesh,
not the wasted corpses next to mine, I like my produce fresh.

So light the candle, set the plate, invite the reaper in,
I feel the hours growing late, it’s time for dinner to begin.
Call the demons home tonight with the promise of a feast,
a sickle for a carving knife, I’ll take a side of beast.

Stop saying this cannot be when I’m plainly standing here,
you really thought you were rid of me? You’re always dreaming, dear.
‘Til death do us part’s a fantasy when the devil’s by your side,
someone pass the pepper, please, I’ll take another slice.