The Chair

I'm looking down the hole you're looking up at me you're cold and
 tired that is easy to see lower a rope to you a bucket on the
 line your membrane will be soft
 and smooth and your heart will be mine
 it rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
 Yes precious it gets the hose
 The look inside your eyes drives me out of control evil convictions
 of my favorite casserole and if I eat your heart I'll also bite
 your soul and when I'm done with that I'll use your skull as a bowl.
 It's puts the lotion in the basket
 The night is very cold I'm feeling kind of weak I think I'll make my
 self a cap from your right buttocks cheek
 and then I will go walking with my little dog.
 and then I'll bury you underneath a log