P.X. Vexxus

Flesh

Stabbing her in the belly

Blood explodes like a sea

Drowning his taste buds

The sweet smell of blood


He caresses her dying body

Licking the crimson salt

Chopping off pieces

And wrapping them to go



With each stab, liquid squirts

Painting him with her lovely scent

He pulls out her intestines inch by inch

Eats them like noodles with a bit of pinch


He hangs her lifeless corpse above his own

And sleeps beneath her dripping dead form

When he awakes, he is covered in a crust

He then searches for a new victim, to fulfill his lust