| Flesh torn from bone. Lifeless body in the woods, not alone. Roaring, raging fire, rising upward, screaming to the sky! The clouds break and down comes the rain, showing us all, the Heavens do cry. For the lost soul, roasting over the fire, cooked by the famished cannibal with desire. A sleek psychopath with lustful needs. Aching with a hungry greed. The taste of flesh, the shredding of skin, the skinning alive, in this fucking feast, the hunger cannot survive! Nameless victims, left in an open tomb, that's filled with skulls. Bones in a pile, such a sickening sight, so vile. Limbs lying around every where. Anyone that enters this forest will be stricken with more than just fear. More than likely, a carefully made spear. To be the food for a crazed cannibalistic demon. One who does this without a sound reason. One that does this, through out every season. |
