Beyond Insanity II (Shackled Through the Ground)

The devil shackled him to his arm,

and pulled him down through the ground

into hell.

Living in his head, 

won’t even leave him for dead,

he was forced to feed upon the flesh of the living.

Setting up meetings with people he found interesting,

invited them for dinner,

got to know them,

know everything about them,

before beating them to death with a shiny silver pipe. 

He would beat them,

again and again,

until they didn’t even bleed anymore,

that way;

making the meat more tender.

Then he would fetch his trusty kitchen knife,

which was in plain sight all along,

and start cutting up his victims.

The devil pulled the strings

as he forced his knife through the chest,

breaching the fortress that defended the heart.

The heart would give him power,

make him invincible.

He reached inside and ripped it out,

blood was squelching and his kitchen had turned into a swimming pool.

He juggled the heart and the lungs

and laughed raucously, 

manically, 

then dug his teeth into the center of the drying heart.  

The devil dug his claws through his back 

and pulled him down through the ground.

Why the beast chose this man to be his human puppet,

nobody will ever know,

we will never find out,

because the puppet

might not even be human at all.