my appetite won't sleep
it wants to give the hurt it gets.
crack open your ceramic head,
you'll wish that it was me instead.
to see such pretty things
induce such horrible stings.
untie all of my strings,
you'll find my appetite can kill.
i wish you could feel the claws inside
tearing me apart, just to get out.
you'll understand when your ego is dead
it's better to keep my appetite fed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem