upon the best and the
worst of the beasts
And yet I cannot get my
fill, this void inside me
is desperate and hungry
still
The flavor has lost its appeal
Everything is undeniably surreal
I am haunted by those I have eaten
Fat and blood uneasily congeal
I have longed to belong
Frantic in my frenzied banquets
To find a companion
One who is understanding
But they all stare at me with fear
glazing their dead dead eyes
Madly I slice and I cleave
for some forsaken relief
Its all the same
Another day, another game
So I consume what I cannot obtain
Hoping to fill this void,
alas it is in vain
I smell their disgust
Then fall further into misery,
deeper into a blinding feeding lust
Crazed
Dazed
I want to scream
But they do it for me
And it angers me in a way
Cause Im trying to free them,
though they fight to stay
My tummy knots in agitated convulsions
Finding a connection with them
is obviously a hopeless illusion
I shall keep on eating
Numb myself to my grieving
Find a comfort of sorts
In my disturbing dark thoughts
Let myself feel the thrill and elation
Of a humans heart ingested and
its sensation
And be all alone
The lonely cannibal
Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus
