Grind Box - Broken Hope

Piece by bloody piece

Entered into my sanguinary receptacle

Your fragments turned to ground beef

Bones crushed and crunched into skeletal splinters

A cubicle of soul-numbing terror

Implements within turn pepole into scarlet mulch

A contraption created from my maniacal mind

Bodies at my disposal, god I love to grind

The grindbox, a carnage carton

A device to hellishly butcher

Pushing your morsels inside the cube

I am peppered with a crimson spray

Grinding razors thirst for your substance

Reducing your strucrure to minced scraps

Your assemblage horrible masticated

Entire anatomy horrendously grated

Grinding continues, the box is starved

Your whole being incised, sliced and carved