He's Lost a lot of Blood

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Somewhere near our journey's end
We find ourselves adrift
No bearing on our compasses
We've entered a desert rift
Our horses are starved
Falling one by one
We are soon sure to follow
Until there are none

The madness of the desert wastes are taking hold
I write this down in hopes that someday my story is told
My instinct is to survive
To make it through
I cannot be blamed for what I'm about to do

As the weakest die
The vultures circle in the sky
I reach down for my knife
Time to see what's inside

At first the others try to stop me
They think me cruel
But soon I see all their mouths water
With hungry drool
I offer them a taste of human flesh
There is nothing better
Than when it's fresh

He's lost a lot of blood
It mixes with the sand and turns into mud
I was eating the dead to survive
But they taste better when they're alive

My companions try to kill me
To end my spree
I in turn liberate them with my knife
To set them free
I am possessed by the taste of man flesh
A cut of this one's thigh
With a side of that one's  breast

As the weakest die
The vultures circle in the sky
I reach down for my knife
Time to see what's inside

He's lost a lot of blood
It mixes with the sand and turns into mud
I was eating the dead to survive
But they taste better when they're alive

I must silence the hunger
I cannot stand it any longer

Savage instinct
The will to survive
I do what I must
And I must thrive

In the grips of death. I see clear now, my curse
This endless desert, my cannibalistic hearse
Bone
Blood
Sand
Mud

As our story comes to an end
I must atone
No more meat to eat
Only my own
On my own femur
My blade I hone

As I start to die
The vultures descend from the sky
Now they peck out my eyes
Oh what have I done with this life
Feasting on flesh to survive
Eating my fellow man alive
Now into the desert I imbibe

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