Grotesque love

My love takes forms that most people only know from nightmares

A bizarre kind of love is what I force on you

I love you

I kill you

I eat you

I sell your body

You can’t escape my tight grip of grotesque love

There is no hope for your survival

As long as consumers hear what they want to hear

And continue to overlook the obvious fact that I’m a psychopathic killer

I love you

I kill you

I eat you and sell what’s left of my feast