You put your mouth round
s** it down
Do it again
The hunger gnaws
The minutes crawl
Each ventrical stalls
And calls you to fill
Its driest of voids.
Clean, chasmic annoyance
Pulling and culling
Your senses are drilled
The black marrow trips
You're nothing but twitch
And wish you could stitch
Yourself into stone
Surrounded and tucked
Your soul stripped and s**ed
This sh** out of luck
Overcrowded, alone
I'll wrap myself around it
Crush it till it swallows me...