i've got my cadaverous hands
around your savory, slender neck.

and my starved eyes

set into yours.

and you fill me with life,

fresh and eternal,

making me feel so



it's tastes wonderful,

it tastes like flesh.

i like to linger over your soul

while you sleep, and follow it

where it wanders,

and claim it as my own

in a sanguinary sort of way...

and then you wake in the morning,

and nothing has changed.