No Welcome Back
Mourning by the grave,
those tears were never meant for me.
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 you said 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.
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.
I think I am disturbing you
and I know I’m looking pale.
It might be cliche but it’s true,
you put me straight through hell.
So I’ll return the favor
over dinner and a snack.
No fond farewell, no sad goodbye,
and not a single welcome back.