Relentless Incisions

They say I'm sick but I'm at peace
Your name on a grave is what I seek
Keeping eyes and thumbs as my trophies
For the public to see
I feel a thrill tearing you limb by limb
I will soon kill again
Feed on your flesh to feed my frenzy

I will see you again
I am the preparer of your flesh
I will devour your soul
In my chamber of rot