Claws embedded in flesh
Rip, tear, savor : emotions of last night.
"Are those bloodstains on your shirt, Daddy?"
I shook my head and smiled,
"No honey, just  cran-apple juice."
The mask was slipping, the rage blinded me
Its hard being a loving father and a psychopath all at once.

Struggling to keep up appearances since age 8,
Bullied, harassed, beaten up,
But smiling anyway.
I pushed Cody Walters off the cliff during our school trip
Because he laughed at me.
And the names kept piling up over the years.

"Dont go to the attic ever, bad things are there, do you understand?"
I told my seven year old, and he nodded, wide eyed.
An attic, dusty, old, and full of flesh and skin and severed heads
That I loved to collect.
I don't like it when people are not polite,
But I like them cooked and nicely plated,
or maybe stuffed inside my pillow at night.
I want to stop but this hunger never will.
And right now, I am ravenous.Author Note :
These cravings and feelings are sempiternal - no matter how hard he tries to be a better person, the hunger wont let him.
He thrives on human pain and flesh, its his drug.