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Love

Cannibals together
Two birds of a feather
We share this sacred bond
Not of man and woman

But the blood on our shrine
Our soon to be feast
Is laying at our feet

Contomplating on what to do
I stare at you
You stare back at me
And simply say
"Memento Mori"

Nodding to me
You kneal to the ground
Silently, without a sound
You pull a blade from your boot
But the sound is nothing to it across her throat

The crimson staining the purity
Of the silken cloth wore she
Off the stand next to me
I take the chalices 1,2,3

Filling each to the brim
I place then next to the various blades
Then we wait

Wait for the river to stop
Wait untill the beat is silent
This killing isnt violent
Its peaceful
Like going numb
She was sleeping befor
But now she will never wake

Once all  is still
Its time for the skill
We circle the girl

Knowing shes no longer in this world
Knowing she wont feel any pain
Knowing that there will be no suffering of old age
Knowing she will be beautiful...forever

But the freshness wont last forever
We go to work
The arms are first
Pop goes the bones
As we dislocate thoes

A blade in our hands
Deep within under the skin
Past the bones
Through the marrow

In the core
Embedded in her being
Something prised by you and me

Her essence

Our work is quick
But elegent
The consequences revelent

The work is presice
Our knifes
Slice throgh mussel, tissue, and tendon
Once the bloody work is done

We start the feast
Bones on the side
On a diffrent plate
The meat

Thighs, forarms, and calfs
Most of which
Is still warm
Now we engorge

Blood coats our
Hands, hair, face, clothes
Even the marrow from the bone
Is not wasted

The blood lust is celebrated
Blood covered like decorations
In our caveren underground
We can kill
What we crave

Our celebration takes days
The moon rises and the moon falls
But our minds are still lost in it all
As we eat

The memories are sweet
But some are hurtful, painful, and betrayed
We see the life we see the days
We felt the sadness as we saw
The one you lost long ago
We cried as you watched him go

We laughed as we watched
The smile on your face
On your birthday the 28th

As we consume
We take a part of you
And now you and I are one
Its time to move on
To the next one
Written by TheAngelWhoFell
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