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Cannibals
I can't help it,
The urge is too strong,
He's just so tempting,
Even though I know I am wrong,
His skin just tastes too good,
Slowly stripping it,
Watching him bleed,
Cutting bits of him off,
All those small cuts at a time,
His blood on my hands,
Soon goes to my face,
He lays on the floor,
Life is without a trace,
He smelt so amazing,
Even now he does,
I think I see his bone,
Maybe just a tendon,
Still,
It tastes so exotic,
His corpse lay there,
Silent,
Motionless,
Dismember him completely,
With a saw to take time,
Don't you think this is a crime?
I don't,
He just is so mouth watering,
Fountain of human fluids,
Mountain of flesh,
The smell,
Ugh it's a dream,
Now that I've had my fun,
I need to make myself clean,
For I must go,
And get the next meal.
The urge is too strong,
He's just so tempting,
Even though I know I am wrong,
His skin just tastes too good,
Slowly stripping it,
Watching him bleed,
Cutting bits of him off,
All those small cuts at a time,
His blood on my hands,
Soon goes to my face,
He lays on the floor,
Life is without a trace,
He smelt so amazing,
Even now he does,
I think I see his bone,
Maybe just a tendon,
Still,
It tastes so exotic,
His corpse lay there,
Silent,
Motionless,
Dismember him completely,
With a saw to take time,
Don't you think this is a crime?
I don't,
He just is so mouth watering,
Fountain of human fluids,
Mountain of flesh,
The smell,
Ugh it's a dream,
Now that I've had my fun,
I need to make myself clean,
For I must go,
And get the next meal.
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