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I never realised I was so sick
un till the cravings started in
and no matter how much I ate
the craving was still there
the oysters of a back
of a maiden so fair
morphine pumping thru her system
not a worry or a care
just numb as I fillet you
vacant stares into nowhere
as I prepare a feast of flesh
separating nails and hair
still cold dead stares
you died somewhere back there
when I was eating your cheeks
you really do have pretty bones tho
doesn't look like you've even broken a bone
no fractures or cracks anywhere
and it's kinda hard not to stare
hey look at me
when I'm cutting you there
I want you to see me eat your fingertips
while you sit tied to a chair
and your helpless and bound
watching me there with your hand in the air
as I bite little pieces off you
you watch me paralysed
as I feast on you willingly
uncontrollably
your blood leaks from my lips
down my chin dripping on to my chest
warm droplets ease the stress
the smell of death is in the air
my stomachs full
stuffed full
with your skin and flesh
feeling lazy
being so stuffed
I think ill lay down and take a rest
ill clean up the mess later
when I go back for seconds
when i feel the hunger
un till the cravings started in
and no matter how much I ate
the craving was still there
the oysters of a back
of a maiden so fair
morphine pumping thru her system
not a worry or a care
just numb as I fillet you
vacant stares into nowhere
as I prepare a feast of flesh
separating nails and hair
still cold dead stares
you died somewhere back there
when I was eating your cheeks
you really do have pretty bones tho
doesn't look like you've even broken a bone
no fractures or cracks anywhere
and it's kinda hard not to stare
hey look at me
when I'm cutting you there
I want you to see me eat your fingertips
while you sit tied to a chair
and your helpless and bound
watching me there with your hand in the air
as I bite little pieces off you
you watch me paralysed
as I feast on you willingly
uncontrollably
your blood leaks from my lips
down my chin dripping on to my chest
warm droplets ease the stress
the smell of death is in the air
my stomachs full
stuffed full
with your skin and flesh
feeling lazy
being so stuffed
I think ill lay down and take a rest
ill clean up the mess later
when I go back for seconds
when i feel the hunger
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