Feeding the Beast

This thing It feeds like it's never full Consumes with teeth so keen, it tears everyone I bring apart into a bloody pool Ordering for more and more before I can find more to lure Watching with it's red eyes and horns Sitting still, it still breaths debris from the last body it leaves on the floor I promptly force myself to provide this predator with people, so it don't pick me to be the next main course Fixing to find a way to finish this ing blood sucking sucker so I can evade That's why for it's last meal, I hit a mausoleum and wait Day turns to darkness then I dig Now it's time to feast I go and drop an old diseased dead body at it's feet It eats, slow not use to the rotten meat It shrieks, in pain from the corpse I yanked out of the grave Spewed the spoiled carcass it chewed Tremoring in convulsions not knowing what to do I'm no longer worried of residing in the belly of the beast as it's food