Dark poems: part 2

TW: CANNIBALISM 

||A sinner of gluttony prays

upon the meal that's served.

With a look hungry enough

to eat with eyes alone. But

nutrients aren't absorbed

through the eyes. 

And that's why you're here.

On my platter. Under my 

fork and knife. Your blood

coats your skin like glaze,

your intestines spill like

juicy filling. Talk about 

presentation~

From your nicely seasoned

skin, your pasta like veins,

to your delicious bone marrow.

I won't stop. Not until your 

bones are hollow. Not until I 

eat your very thoughts. As I

chew and chew and chew

it all becomes mine. Your

heartbeat, your blood, your 

senses. All belong to me! 

Nothing but a pile of 

bones left. Your skull the most

appealing. Nicely fits my hand

as you're forever branded by

the mark of my blood stained 

lips. You were a meal worthy 

of worship. Let your body in

my digestive tracts be a 

symbol of my prayer, your dna

intertwining with mine is but

a symbol of my devotion. 

A sinner of gluttony prays

upon the meal that's been 

served. And such gluttony 

reveals that the motivations

is simply the product of a 

greater sin: lust.||