Yes, I will eat you:
but you don’t meat my requirements
like you would a person
No, I’m not that scary
once you get to know me, somewhat
the point is, you look delicious
And I’m going to have to consume you
every last little scrap of you
and I’ll put your face in a frame
I hope you don’t mind,
I chopped off your hands
they hold the silverware now
Your eyes would make lovely pendants
and your teeth would make great bracelets
your tears would glaze
Don’t worry, I’d be flattered
if someone ate me
like I will you
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 11:05 PM UTC
Yes, I will eat you:
but you don’t meat my requirements
like you would a person
No, I’m not that scary
once you get to know me, somewhat
the point is, you look delicious
And I’m going to have to consume you
every last little scrap of you
and I’ll put your face in a frame
I hope you don’t mind,
I chopped off your hands
they hold the silverware now
Your eyes would make lovely pendants
and your teeth would make great bracelets
your tears would glaze
Don’t worry, I’d be flattered
if someone ate me
like I will you
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