Feasting on the Dethroned Carcasses
Fighting through endless battles, Brainwashed by thoughts of killing.
Mind salutation, has torn apart your sanity.
Bodies lie dead in the mist of battle,Friends faces endeavored, life deprived in the line of fire.
Body count increasing, killer instinct building up.
Survival is certain, as the main factor in war.
Senses tell me to kill, morbid visions embrace my mind, Cannibalistic thoughts emerge, from within.
Staring at my companions carcass, so tempting to devour.
As famine is plaguing over me.
Unleash my machete, ready to feast upon him.
Tearing through his flesh, so eager to consume his remains.
Dragging his body, to the nearby forest, Now seeming to be vacant of platoons.
Continuing to dismember his carcass, FEASTING ON HIS DETHRONED CARCASS.
Devouring his many pieces, arms hacked off.
Arteries spurt blood, into my face.
Revitalizing my hunger.
Nothing left of him, I emerge a fixation for flesh.
Hunting my victims, I devour casualties.
Yet I crave the sense of killing.
I kill civilians as well as the soldiers I once knew.
No more left for me, as I become a victim of war.
Confined by Murder.
FEASTING ON THE DETHRONED CARCASSES