Innate Butchery Aptitude

Innate butchery aptitude
 Suffering my only need is for devouring
 it make me sick
 indulgence in bloody acts intoxicate me like a drug
 I feel sick
 primal instincts forced to occur
 I can't control my own thoughts
 I must please it
 Murder is my infatuation
 So I need to purse my compulsions to kill
 consuming fresh human meat
 Tearing flesh with my bare hands derives pleasure
 wrenching chunks
 Omophagic innate fucking depraved fervor for the carrion
 I cannot command
 Forbidden lust for gutting consumes my upset mind
 remains and discarded with not go to waste for worms
 I must get them to gorge
 I'm love with dead body
 Raping still warm flesh of the recently deceased
 sends myself in ecstasy
 Shredding in cannibalistic violence to sedate my mental obscene privation