A vile of blood,
a lock of hair,
a patch of skin,
a taste, if you dare.

A fingernail clipping,
a scraping of skin,
a bite of human flesh,
who says it's a sin?

Alive or dead,
covering my own,
your skin on mine,
crushing the bone.

Blood run dry,
muscles are tough,
organs so smooth,
mentality's rough.

Disgusting, so sick,
in your eyes not mine.
An inexplicable pleasure,
a new way to dine.