devour
I'm locked in the room trapped there for hours, I sit in the corner, waits and cowers bleeding warm desiccant blood For my eyes have been devoured I can't see or speak move or breathe trembling for I can only heathe it in my vacant skin there's no way I will have the power to win week frail and agost is my body worth the cost? for it only grows in hunger in lust never to be fulfilled my bones have become rust organ spread out on a pladder throbbing in a batter of veins Pilling way my skin in endless pains to reveal the fat slushy meet That tastes like delectable grains of Metal The blood and Flash permeates my nostrils and senses That have been lost once before the blood warming my mouth For im Eating my own teeth there's no doubt I won't survive this devour me cannibalism, self destructive, worthlessness
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