The Flesh Is Not Enough

His hands shake uncontrolled
He can't take it no more
Yet he digs in for another bite
Nothing heard but stridor

The blood runs slow
As he cuts another piece
Disgusted by his own existence
Ugly, vile and obese

Eat
He commands himself
Feed
The flesh is not enough
Consume
He is not hurting enough
Defile

The craving for an end
Is too strong
Crying out to his god
The screams become a song

Numbing of the limbs
Is a gift from God
He doesn't want to life
His life is a fraud

Eat
He commands himself
Feed
The flesh is sacred
Consume
He drinks his own blood
Defile