Beastly, visceral hunger
That’s what it is
It grows fast and stays fast
A binding spell
This hunger casts
It blinds
It kills the little gray cells
It makes you drool
Salivate
And lose control
You need to feel the meat
To silence the voices in your head
But even then they don’t back down
“Go for it, let go,
You’re hungry, its not your fault”
Say the voices in your head
Follow their example
For they have silenced
One of their own
Can you hear your conscience?
...
That’s what I mean
You dig in, go deep
Soak up the juices
You don’t mind how the meat is dressed
Or if it is at all
It wouldn’t matter if it was lean
Or raw or laced with fat
Well done or rare
So when you eat
Don't you dare
Blame it on the dressing
You know you wanted it anyway
And nothing would have stopped you
Not even your conscience
For that died long ago
Unlike your hunger.
