Your dry throat creaks without a to sputter As your dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes Days without sustenance spent and fettered Emaciated torso for the warm taste of flesh
I will make a meal of you, your hunger 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 calf to your next meal
Cauterize the wound to stave off the hemorrhage You should savor the thought of your down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsion Though how long can your source of last?
Keeping yourself as you're force-fed your own flesh If you don't eat up, you're truly dead Legs turned to stumps, drinks gargled in clumps In case you really are what you eat
gluttony Culinary pathology, dietary impulse Ingest corpse to be
Quadriplegic you feed as dinner is served Waste not ; want not, there's not much to conserve Severed and severely served upon a of splatter After a while the of the sustenance barely even matters
Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the by piece you are fed the chicest cuts As the dinner-bell rings bloody chops are feverishly licked At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and on a spit
Your own meat in your tastes bitter and internecine Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with Digesting your death with each bloody bite
eating you? The question seems to moot Scraping chunks of your out of your blood-soaked sopping boot Bash open picked clean to suckle at the marrow As your culinary milieu of inexorably narrows
gluttony Culinary pathology, butchery impulse Ingest your to be
Feeding comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter Blood, pus and sebum wine, whiskey and water Sometimes survival cost you an arm and a leg Your spittle running, red with of reeking bloody dregs
Masticate your own genitals, on your bludgeoned testicles With a hunger that not be denied The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty That be stuffing your face with tonight
Puking up your own skin, just to it again Is a treat you'll for dessert Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and As overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts
crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight But your once arms just whet your appetite Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and ravenously Devouring your shredded in fleshly chunks and meaty bits
Eviscerate yourself to at your own intestines Bones from severed facilitate this haphazard self-dissection at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps Pulling out the repugnant meal in tumescent clumps
Remaining prying off your succulent gouged out gums Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your tongue But the you ingest in carnivorous abandon Fall out of the gaping that you have in your intestines
Gnash the meat from your avulsed in a frenzied rush No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle your face, your hunger Undiminished, only when your devoured innards Prolapse will this at last be finished
Autophagous pathology, dietary butchery Consuming Excrete your to be