Your dry throat without a saliva to sputter As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly Days without sustenance shackled and fettered Emaciated torso aches for the warm of flesh
I will make a of you, your hunger I'll sate Saw off your leg at the knee to put on dinner plate Try not to wince at the that you feel As I mince up your to prepare your next meal
Cauterize the gargled wound to stave off the You should the thought of your repast Choke down this bitter meal in of your revulsion Though how long can source of food last?
Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed own flesh If you don't eat up, truly dead meat Legs to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps In this case you really are you eat
gluttony Culinary pathology, butchery Consuming Ingest corpse to be
Quadriplegic you feed as your is served not ; want not, though there's not much to conserve Severed and served upon a platter of splatter After a the source of the sustenance barely even matters
Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the Piece by piece you are fed the chicest As the rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked At the sight of your own fat turned and browned on a spit
Your own meat in your mouth tastes and internecine Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with your death with each grotesque bloody bite
What's eating you? The question to moot Scraping chunks of feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot Bash open bones picked clean to at the marrow As your culinary milieu of options narrows
Autophagous Culinary pathology, dietary impulse Ingest corpse to be
Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, and water Sometimes survival will you an arm and a leg Your running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs
Masticate your own genitals, choke on your testicles With a hunger will not be denied The sweetest of meats is soft, fatty teats That I'll be stuffing your face with
Puking up own skin, just to devour it again Is a you'll save for dessert meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched As overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts
Your crudely resected anatomy is a grisly sight But your stumps once just whet your appetite Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists Devouring your shredded survival in fleshly and meaty bits
Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at own intestines Bones from severed fingers facilitate haphazard self-dissection Clutch at grume inside your bowels half-eaten grubby stumps Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque clumps
Remaining fingers prying off succulent gouged out gums at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue But the you ingest in carnivorous abandon Fall out of the gaping that you have in your intestines
Gnash the meat from avulsed face in a frenzied rush No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage uncrushed tongue oozes spittle down your face, your hunger Undiminished, only when partially devoured innards will this meal at last be finished
Autophagous Culinary pathology, dietary impulse Excrete your to be