Gobbling The Guts - Broken Hope

Cannibalistic cravings I enjoy dining

Upon the flesh to the living or deceased

I drool at the throught of soft fleshy organs

Prepared or raw to become my feast

I consume innards, chase them down with blood

Swallowing mouthfuls of the nauseating swill

Sauteed lungs, barbecued stomachs

Cooked and raw organs

I’ll eat my fill

Gobbling guts intestinal fortitude

Gobbling guts dine upon organs

Gobbling guts disembowel the abdomen

Gobbling guts eat the fetal embryo

Gobbling guts baptized in the pancreas

Gobbling guts shower in excrement

On the stiffs I dish out the entrails

And prepare to enjoy a delicious corpse feast

To be uncouth is usually accepted

I chew the bones clean like a beast

Intestines I find are hard to chew through

A tug of war as I pull, stretch, and gnaw

Digestive juices somewhat scald my palate

Blood, gore, viscera, salivate down my maw

Now I gobble your purulent f**king guts

Fresh warm eyeballs are a delicacy

I pluck them out, and then hastily chomp

Sally to the taste, but sometimes sour

I cause them to burst with a stomp

Undissected abdomens are cornucopia

Sickly munching on a cadaveric platter

My macabre appetite makes meals from men

Gobbling deceased organs and splatter