Devour, eat and spit out all surplus bones
Yeah, maybe my metabolism will show you love
Is that what fills your head with dreaded images?
Carnivore, cruel teeth biting into living flesh?
And then all those screams ...
Your screams, your blood, and your flesh
Maybe too much, Witches' Sabbath in
fear and destruction, called love, but painful
even to contemplate
But then, when I serve myself as your dish
will you then eat until you're full?
Will your love be our dishy dessert
the pudding for fulfillments?
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