Fetus-Baby
The sickening feeling writhes within
Showing what I crave
I bite down on the juicy flesh
The flavour I try to save
People will shun who I am
No one will comprehend
But take one bight and I promise you
Without this taste your life will end
I feel it break, I feel it snap
Its bones crushed by my teeth
And all of this to satisfy
My need for something to eat
Torture and pain gives me pleasure
I smirk and flash a grin
I feel like a wild animal
As blood drips down my chin
And amidst this gory image
Two you lovers making love
This drives me wild, makes me sick
She begins to push and shove
But September through to June
Was the date of infants birth
Five months early sends me crazy
What my troubles will be worth
I stalk them through the night
And as they begin to sleep
I steal the bloody mess
My own embryo to keep
But patience was never mine
I smell that afterbirth scent
I rip apart its flesh and organs
I feel it’s heaven-sent
So call me sick if you desire
Tell me something’s not right
But if you could taste what I can taste
You wouldn’t put up a fight
I hope one day to find my love
If you have the same interests, maybe?
Then when we make love
I can eat my own fetus-baby
Showing what I crave
I bite down on the juicy flesh
The flavour I try to save
People will shun who I am
No one will comprehend
But take one bight and I promise you
Without this taste your life will end
I feel it break, I feel it snap
Its bones crushed by my teeth
And all of this to satisfy
My need for something to eat
Torture and pain gives me pleasure
I smirk and flash a grin
I feel like a wild animal
As blood drips down my chin
And amidst this gory image
Two you lovers making love
This drives me wild, makes me sick
She begins to push and shove
But September through to June
Was the date of infants birth
Five months early sends me crazy
What my troubles will be worth
I stalk them through the night
And as they begin to sleep
I steal the bloody mess
My own embryo to keep
But patience was never mine
I smell that afterbirth scent
I rip apart its flesh and organs
I feel it’s heaven-sent
So call me sick if you desire
Tell me something’s not right
But if you could taste what I can taste
You wouldn’t put up a fight
I hope one day to find my love
If you have the same interests, maybe?
Then when we make love
I can eat my own fetus-baby