Silently they prayed for tomorrow,

For rid of knives I had to borrow.

I could not give that wish, 

I was starving, they were my dish.

Slicing down upon their souls,

I placed them gently into bowls.

Like a feast of tomato soup,

I then sat down to droop.

I cannot take this,

I cannot handle,

I've become a beast, 

A Cannibal.