You put your mouth round, suck it down -
do it again.
The hunger, gnaws.
The minutes, crawl.
Each ventrical stalls.
And calls you to fill.
It`s dryest of voids.
Clean, chasmic annoy-
Ance pulling and culling
your senses are drilled.
Black marrow, trips.
You`re nothing but twitch.
And wish you could stitch
yourself into stone.
Surrounded and tucked.
Your soul stripped and sucked.
This shit out of luck -
overcrowded, alone.
Suck it down -
Swallow...
