Waned light in the night. In the eyes of the people I see death and Hell and with them a strong stench of rotted meat I smell it every time, I dig new graves. while the living are sleeping. I chisel open the coffins, and the wild stench of rotting flesh sends me to Hell.
I bite into the corpse with my teeth. The flesh from it's face replinshes my taste. Extrude the eyes. I love the taste. Ripping the stringy tissue while chewing the muscles Gutted corpse.
I break their skulls and take out their brains. They trickles through my fingers, unforgetable smell. I cut to pieces the rotting corpse. I chew on bones and riven veins. Perfection!
The death of my friends Each day it brings me new food And to her I am grateful that I am still alive
The sun rises. Tomorrow will bring a new meal. I will not be fed ever I will not be fed ever.