Dinnertime

Terrified, mortified I listened to the words he whispered so slowly This is the corpse of you my friend And I assure it tastes just as rotten as it looks This is the punishment for your sins This is the punishment for your life While alive you were but waste So now in death, nothing shall be thrown away My life, I saw it before my eyes All the things I did wrong I always thought that nothing would matter Everyone should be equal in death But I was wrong, I was so terribly wrong In the grave you face yourself Indeed, it’s true, my dying friend And you won’t leave this place until you’ve eaten all When you wake up in a room seated among gloomy strangers Humming a somber melody and the stench of death fills your lungs When you’re served a rotting carcass and you’re told the body is your own Your own decaying corpse prepared to be eaten and devoured Then you know the end has come, then you know you dine in hell Then you slowly realize that you have awoken To what will be your final meal And now it is dinnertime The seventeen who sat with me Simultaneously revealed themselves They were the people I had used They were the people whose lives I had destroyed I screamed at them, please help me And they slowly turned their heads towards me They stopped humming and started to laugh Mocking me as I was frozen in space The reaper still stood behind me Dressed in his waiter clothes Now eat, he said The longer you wait the worse it will be Because you see, here in my dining hall No one can die unless I tell them to So we can wait for an hour or a thousand years It only makes a difference to you When you wake up in a room seated among gloomy strangers Humming a somber melody and the stench of death fills your lungs When you’re served a rotting carcass and you’re told the body is your own Your own decaying corpse prepared to be eaten and devoured Then you know the end has come, then you know you dine in hell Then you slowly realize that you have awoken To what will be your final meal And now it is dinnertime