Choking On Bile

Creeping through the dark streets

Enter the morgue with a hunger for meat

Fuck the newly deceased I need the ones that been dead for ten weeks

Tearing and gashing a limbless torso

Voraciously stuffing my face with grey flesh

The next victim of aids this feast will be held indiscriminately

Moving from corpse to corpse puncturing

Violently, biting, chomping, gnawing on filthy meat

Gore soaked, drooling pus, satisfied but not content. To my delight I find

And infant corpse without a head.

I begin to feel bile collect in my throat

This liquid filled infant is sure to please me.

I thrust my red knife in its half decayed chest

I'll begin with the heart then devour the rest.

Coughing up rancid pieces of meat

Pus drip my hose I start to feel weak

I proceed to vomit this gut-wrenching feast

My insides along with the festering meat

A chunk of intestine lodged in my throat

I slice my own neck as I start to choke my stomach and vessels seep from my

Neck

Blood pours from my face as I approach death

Blood churning out of my face

And spilling on the floor.

The pain intense yet, I still hunger for more

As I fall dying I grab handfuls of tainted meat

I must gorge engorge these putrid steaming

Mounds of flesh

Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!

Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!

Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!

Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!

Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!

I lie dead amongst carnage

But this feast isn't complete

The vermin and maggots

Will consume what's left of me

Rats gnawing, bugs crawling

My dirty flesh is the feast

These insects and rats will reduce me to bones.