The pit in my stomach became a wide open whole last night
the often blindness of my ego dawned on me through one bite
One unknown face through darkness came to me
Like nothing ever to the inside of me.
Biting off, one by one, the lining of former lives in my stomach
I'm beaten and scared by my own tragedy on repeat
Through makeshift relief and conscious defeat.
Why do i not undermine this event.
My eyes are shifted, moved and bent
Eating away at the brain holding the things that make me happy.