8 acessos
Mate with lifeless pulp
Disfigured mass
Carnal clots to gulp
While inside its ass
Cardiotenosis
Hands grappling its heart
Epidermidolysis
As i munch its lard
Lying limp and twisted
Diseased ripe with rot
The sight still makes me hungry
So i dig through the slop
Organs grey and bland
Corpse tattered and old
Mucus strings to my hand
From the organ i unfold
Bile fountain spirals through the air
Ill clotted blood exudes
Laced with worms leeches snails
I swallow the gleety gritty ooze
Lying limp and twisted
Diseased ripe with rot
The sight still makes me hungry
So i dig through the slop
This formless mangled cadaver
Unidentifyable bulk of mush
Morbid meal of indulgence
With joy i begin to blush
With content i wipe my lips
Delicious human treat
My footing constantly slips
From the mess under my feet