I Don't Know the Flag Of Germany and Now I'm On House Arrest

A burn of once draining red still lingers

To indulge something so palatable

Oh to a place my dear lovely sinners

To sponge a crimson too impalpable

The eroticism of such a hunger 

Teeth to Flesh gashes at the titillation

My selfish arousal direly vulgar 

Causes the friction more than mere abrasion

Unfortunately cling to a raw taste

Not of taste but moreover not of sex

Perhaps the concept of it is displaced 

Though the emotion of which still injects

The intent is to true cannibalize 

So Diabolic to evangelize