Fresh Baked Revenge

You are the wolfs head hanging on the wall The bear skin carpet cover up on my floor The cold lifeless deco who had lost your roar You had been too many places Taken too much, and chewed of many faces You scratched away at my doorway Finally broke in to have your way Now you look great in my place Your blood is painted on the walls Head above the fireplace Your boneless carcass lays down next to my chair Never again can you give a scolding glare Bones of yours are windchimes I sit in the kitchen awaiting my meal Consists of every inch of leftovers Neighbours are invited to enjoy fresh cooked handovers