Gore Stories

Insanity

There I was, another boring night, another night where I keep scratching my legs over and over and over till they bleed. My finger nails covered in blood and filed with flesh. I lick my fingers, "I'm getting bored, it's not as sweet as the first time ." I say, my face not showing any emotion. My thoughts show up. I want to tear someone's arm, I want to claw at it, feeling the skin slowly tearing, and turning hot and red, I'd lick it feeling the warmth from the nearly ripped shin, I'd keep clawing slowly seeing blood apeer, I'd watch it, watch it build up into a perfect ball of sweet redness, then fall down the arm, I'd run my finger up the blood stream, licking it afterwards, then one more strong claw, blood spilling down the arm, in waves, my licking the arm like a lollipop (lol, song reference), getting the sweet sweet taste I can't help but, but bite the arm, I bite hard, the wonderful feeling on my teeth, biting harder till you close your jaw, feeling blood flow into your mouth, the juicy meat, so soft, so good, the flesh, chewy like uncooked bacon, the savory sauce to top it off, blood, so sweet and stimulating, the stringy spaghetti , so much like a noodle, but tough to chew, a mouthful of heaven, you can't help but drool, drooling only makes it that much better, your jaw so satisfied to have bit threw that, your taste buds , feeling in love, your stomach confused and hard at work. Wanting to digest so don't get salminilla, and looking back at the arm, it's covered in blood, you want to see the bone, you keep biting, and after chewing all the sacret meat, you lick the arm over and over, so much blood is on it,