Cannibalism calls to me,
Like a silent winters night,
There is no sound, no voice, but you should take a walk.
Is humanity defined, but by its ability to kill? To devour.
The tearing of flesh, the pulling of strings.
What is more pure, than the need to finish, than the need to push beyond all limits.
Humanity, I call to humanity, is love not the same as a cannibal?
Demanding more than you can give, taking more than you own.