Take me,O grim one
Into the abyss beyond the valley of corpses,
Beneaththe gangly, grey sentinels of trees.
Let my sinew and my rot be just sweet enough,
bring me to the place within you,
open wide your mouth,grim one,
and swallow me up.
Is it tender,my hurt?
Is it succulent,my flesh?
O grim one,i've met my demise!
Please,just once sever my flesh,
Tear the meat off the bone.
Today is your treat,
I am all yours to eat.
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