If I were a cannibal...

Pining for fulfillment, I was strolling,
through the relentless urban jungle.
Between numb branches of metal,
and leaves of glass - I espy you.

Your ivory skin invites me,
to taste the warm, pulsing fluid
- flooding you from head to toe.
I am on the brink of losing control.

Stalking closer through the thicket,
undiscovered, hidden amongst the herd.
Slowly you are getting within my grasp -
I can almost smell your corruptive scent.

One meter separates us from touching,
and you don't even recognize me starring.
Unconcerned, like a lamb so untainted,
surrounded by dangers yet uncaring.

And as you drift away in the crowd,
I daydream of diving into your flesh.
Quench my thirst, allay my hunger, grind your bones
and digest the darkest realms of your soul.