Feasting On The Deceased

Dead, rotting corpses from the morgue Saved for the purpose of eating them Dead bodies for consumption I will eat them, the taste of death soothes me Bloated corpses lie on tables Soon to be cooked and consumed I hack them to pieces Cutting every carcass with my machete Chunks of blood and flesh Flying across the room I find another dead body in the freezer Take him to the kitchen and let him thaw out I bite through the lump on his neck Drinking the pus and eating the gristle Throw their eyes in a boiling pot Toss their entrails on the grill Place their severed limbs in the oven I bring it to temperature to bake Cooking dead bodies is so much fun You taste so much better when you're dead Your rotted flesh is juicy and tasty Filleted humans for my dinner My cannibalistic diet keeps me going Just something about the taste of rotten flesh It tastes so good to me and nobody knows why I find pleasure in eating any dead thing I see Death tastes so much better than life My thoughts haunt me day by day I will kill myself to meet up with death Suicide is the only way I can stop my fetishes I cut off all their body parts I put my mouth to the wounds Drinking the blood from the corpse Sucking the blood through it's veins Mutilated bowel is leaking Drinking from the severed asshole I suck the shit through intestine Bloody diarrhea, the taste of dead people I taste the flesh of the dead Feasting on the deceased My mouth full of blood and guts I'm turning into a flesh eating zombie