Oh they are the soul eaters
Not easily distinguished by their features
They hide within your life and dreams
Sucking and feeding upon your screams
Memories served as an hors d'ouvre
Happiness is the next dish served
Succulent tears  of joy and laughter
Choice cold cuts upon a platter

Oh they are the soul eaters
Who whisk and mix with beaters
All the ingredients in the recipe
Creating a tangy soup of therapy
Kneading the dough awaiting the rise
Chipping the brain into french fries
Taking your emotions upon a trip
Into a sweet humorous humous dip

Oh they are the soul eaters
Who dare not reveal or meet us
Who dare not join us until
They are presented with the bill