Cannibal
Stained by blood my lips of red,
and diabetic sweet.
Full of flesh from inside out,
of all the souls I eat.
Trembled true and full of fear,
of guilt that's laid upon me.
I cannot change my course of time,
for time will not disarm me.
Tattoos become the marks and scars,
upon my flesh to handle.
Smaller is the head of each,
to me has is the animal.
Picking through the meat in teeth,
I am for worse the cannibal...
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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