Food - Lividity

Food!

I’m looking for food!

Nightly strolls turn me on

Looking for food

Evil tales of abbattoir, butchers of human meat

Stabbing my victims to fullfill their every need

Systematic death, mutilated gore.

Bodies ripped apart

All you do is scream for more

Grab her from behind, taking my knife I slit her throat

Stick it deep, I carve away, total erect she is my prey

Taking home the silent stump, to broil and blaze for my

Fucking lunch.

Clean and cut to perfect chuncks

Butchered and froze, food for a mouth.

Her sweet ass I

Use for stew.

Silent stump, broil and blaze.

Butchered

And froze to perfect chuncks.

Food for a month.

Her sweet

Ass I use!