Vulture boy.

When the moon is most high there.s he is next to the corpse in the back woods of Virginia.

Biting off the fingers and toes.swallowing the  milky white eyes just before the maggots beat him to them.

Chewing on the cartilage of the nose.Using his rock to bust out the perly whites he desires.

Cutting open the fleshy, round, gut and biting down on the digestive tubing..

Face soaked in the fecal remains of the poor fucker after every bite.

Blow after blow finally rewarding the bastard with his brain matter delicacy.

As morning comes closer and the sky brightens, the  woods are silent.

Except,the sound of one urinating into the left overs of his meals before being on his way.