Cannibal Childhood

With darkness as his only father

No echoes of his first cry

Recycled breath as the only air

Buried alive inside a corpse

Locked in his predecessor

Inside a tomb, licking the blood from a withered womb

The deepest spot in the potter's field

Inside the closest coffin to hell

Inhuman creation

Entrapped by nails

Unaware of time or emotions, an unsouled being

A mistake growing underground

Unmentioned in the headstone

Against gods will

Against gods will

Found his way out the crypt, carving with bare hands at the ground

Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive

Found his way out the crypt, leaving her carcass behind

Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive

Life from death lives through the dead

Through human meat, and bone and flesh

Now she's gone, no corpse left

So he seeks to eat another whore

He still remembers when he threw her up

An upsurge of organs, nerves

And that spate of love regurgitating her heart

The graveyard is his larder, his hideout, his unholy home

Ossuary infested by worms, full of limbs

Spines, torsos and hundreds of skulls

Walks among the living, missing the warmth of her ribs

Missing the black of her eyes, the black of her all, the taste of her guts

Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive

Life from death lives through the dead

Through human meat, and bone and flesh