Silent Night, Holy Night.

I

I hear your heart beating slow,

as the anesthesia takes its toll.

I use my scapel to ingest,

your flesh.

No part shall be wasted,

in this death-fest.

The craving for you,

is slowly induced.

For this is the best night to eat flesh,

in the shadow of death.

II

Your blood entices me,

as it trickles down my throat.

Now I can see,

that this is no joke.

Your juicy flesh,

against my lips.

My weird fetish,

playing with your tits.

My craving fufilled,

your flesh I devour.

Plenty of blood is spilled,

upon this deathly hour.

You will be a part of me forever,

your blood flowing with mine,

your bones, I sever.

There's nothing as divine.