Fresh Flesh Poem by Spooky Mind

this one...may require an explanation, at the time i wrote this i was reading a book on serial killers..it....inspired me...i dont need therapy trust me...)


I Wonder
Shall I admit my sins to you?
Shall I clarify how my inner demon always grew?
Dare I enlighten you on my wicked little indulgences?

(Laughs) why not?

What is it about there flesh that pleasures my tongue so?
What am I to do as the burden continues to grow?
All these little children running around tantalizing me
It was only a matter of time before I hade to let myself free

So easy to lure the little ones in
Confusion takes them when my kind smile turns to malicious grin
No one can hear there adorable screams, no one
I try not to salivate as we begin our fun

I cant really explain why
I indulge in hearing them shriek and cry
Their flesh brings me peace of mind
Tasting their blood on my tongue just lets me unwind
Eating their brains straight from the cranium
Make the voices in my head seem a little less like a full stadium
Cook them until their screams stop for the best result
The meat is sweet but may need a little salt
And ive come to realize that
The little girls are much better when thay are fat
Oh what am I saying, so are the boys!
And even as they scream I cant help but prepare my tools with poise

One little body can last so long
Why eat anything else, a girls hindquarter and you cant go wrong
On their innocence I feed
Smell their sweet scent as they bleed

And when ive had my fill we play
Necrophilia makes the pain go away
The intercourse must come after
Although I wish the corpse could share my laughter