Born a Cannibal

Born a Cannibal
Eating all inside me
Feasting on and dining
Its fecal waste containing
Something that is growing

External pores start leaking
High blood pressure rising

Turbid Mucus
Obstructing heart
Liver Fire Blazing

Congealed heart blood
Mucus Dampness
Feeling wiry, soggy

It thirsts but no desire to drink
Or vomit after drinking
Acute onset

Heating. Numbing. Boiling.
Stretching Open

Heating. Numbing. Boiling.
My Belly Button

It crawls out of the corpse
Without a sign of fear
Kill it before

Its eyes shun all remorse
Grinding on mother's ear
It is too late

Red, red raw, red rare meat
Haunting the human beings
Red, red raw, red rare breed
Walking among the free

Red, red raw, red rare meat
It haunts the human beings
Red, red raw, red rare breed
It walks among the free

*Steve Solo*

To be forced alone with the darkness
Born as a cannibal, is it really its fault?
Guilt played upon survival
Its desire to breathe can only lead to sympathy

*Gab Solo*
*Steve Solo*