Your dry throat creaks without a to sputter As your pulpy tongue soundlessly threshes Days without sustenance spent and fettered Emaciated torso aches for the warm of flesh
I make a meal of you, your hunger I'll sate Saw off leg at the knee to put on your dinner plate Try not to wince at the that you feel As I mince up your calf to prepare next meal
Cauterize the wound to stave off the hemorrhage You should savor the thought of your Choke down this bitter meal in spite of revulsion Though how long can source of food last?
Keeping yourself alive as you're your own flesh If you don't eat up, you're truly meat Legs turned to stumps, bloody gargled in clumps In this case you really are you eat
Autophagous pathology, dietary butchery Consuming your corpse to be
Quadriplegic you as your dinner is served Waste not ; want not, though there's not much to and severely served upon a platter of splatter After a while the source of the sustenance barely even
Now a half-eaten gorged to the glut Piece by piece you are fed the chicest As the dinner-bell your bloody chops are feverishly licked At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and on a spit
Your own meat in your mouth tastes and internecine Noxious and moist, you get a of your own medicine Gnashing, pieces of your limbs delight Digesting your death each grotesque bloody bite
What's eating you? The seems to moot Scraping chunks of your feet out of your sopping boot Bash open bones picked clean to at the marrow As your culinary milieu of options 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 bits of reeking bloody dregs
Masticate your own genitals, on your bludgeoned testicles With a hunger will not be denied The sweetest of meats is soft, fatty teats That I'll be stuffing your face tonight
Puking up own skin, just to devour it again Is a treat you'll save for Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, and crunched As your overstuffed gasps and blurts
crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight But your once arms just whet your appetite Nibbling at the sinews of bloody forearms and wrists ravenously your shredded survival in fleshly chunks and meaty bits
Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at own intestines from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection Clutch at grume inside your bowels with grubby stumps Pulling out the repugnant in grotesque tumescent clumps
Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and your insatiable tongue But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous Fall out of the gaping that you torn in your intestines
Gnash the meat your 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 Prolapse will meal at last be finished
Autophagous Culinary pathology, butchery Consuming your corpse to be