Consuming Impulse

Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter
 As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes
 Days without sustenance spent shackled and fettered
 Emaciated torso aches for the warm taste of flesh
 I will make a meal of you, your hunger i'll sate
 Saw off your leg at the knee to put on your dinner plate
 Try not to wince at the pain that you feel
 As i mince up your calf to prepare your next meal
 Cauterise the gargled wound to stave off the haemorrhage
 You should savor the thought of your repast
 Choke down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsion
 Though how long can your source of food last?
 Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your own flesh
 If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat
 Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps
 In this case you really are what you eat
 Autophagous gluttony
 Culinary pathology
 Dietary butchery
 Consuming impulse
 Ingest your corpse to be
 Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served
 Waste not; want not, though there's not much to conserve
 Severed and severely served upon a platter of splatter
 After a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters
 Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut
 Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts
 As the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked
 At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit
 Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine
 Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine
 Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with delight
 Digesting your death with each grotesque bloody bite
 What's eating you? the question seems to moot
 Scraping chunks of your feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot
 Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the marrow
 As your culinary milieu of options inexorably narrows
 Autophagous gluttony
 Culinary pathology
 Dietary butchery
 Consuming impulse
 Ingest your corpse to be
 Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter
 Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and water
 Sometimes survival will cost you an arm and a leg
 Your spittle running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs
 Masticate your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned testicles
 With a hunger that will not be denied
 The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty teats
 That i'll be stuffing your face with tonight
 Puking up your own skin, just to devour it again
 Is a treat you'll save for dessert
 Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched
 As your overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts
 Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight
 But your stumps once arms just whet your appetite
 Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists
 Ravenously devouring your shredded survival in fleshly chunks and meaty
 Bits
 Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own intestines
 Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection
 Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps
 Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque tumescent clumps
 Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out gums
 Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue
 But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous abandon
 Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your intestines
 Gnash the meat from your avulsed face in a frenzied rush
 No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left uncrushed
 Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down your face - your hunger undiminished
 Only when your partially devoured innards prolapse will this meal at last be
 Finished
 Autophagous gluttony
 Culinary pathology
 Dietary butchery
 Consuming impulse
 Excrete your corpse to be