Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Quench your deepest thirst, your ravenous hunger.
Gather around the table for this sacrificial offering.
Take what you want, don't fear the harlot.
It shouldn't hurt to get a little taste of scarlet.

Pass the intestines, sample the bowels.
Don't hesitate, i'm hungry, I've been lusting for hours.
Left lung, right lung, rib cage, heart.
Too much to chew, as canines eagerly rip apart.

Mouth running over, from perilous greed.
So tender, so fresh, let the pink meat bleed.
Bleed in my soul, bleed through teeth and thoughts.
I can't get enough, I cannot get enough.

Almost squealing, from the desire i'm feeling.
The clitoral pleasure, the sexual healing.
My god, i am fainting from the arrectores pilorum.
But i maintain composure, and feast with decorum.

You haven't eaten, why are you cringing?
Are you fairly disgusted, with my reckless binging?
Go ahead, don't be scared, it's only a harlot.
It shouldn't hurt to get a little taste of Scarlet.