Aftertaste of Ultraviolence

I bit off the rotting flesh covering my arms

Letting myself bleed as I chew myself up

Saliva and tears mix up with the blood

I crumble at my own voracity

Deluded by thoughts of being nutritious

Enough to make me self-cannibalize

I feed my soul with a food for thought

But a food for death in others’ eyes

So I end up grinning, lying on the ground

Screaming for help with no one around

I chased them away with my insanity

Cut off from a life I never found.