In The Back Of  My Skull

Even though the bugs stopped crawling
            My mouth still waters
for a taste
So i eat
     and throw up
         and eat
             and throw up
but he waits
    Patiently
Tap-Tap-Tapping his stringy fingers
Waiting till his own hunger strikes
        Far          
         In the back of my skull
The memory
         Faint memories
But pleasuring memories
    Almost sexual
I cant NOT do what he pleads
Screaming
         SCREAMING
I check my ears
    there not bleeding
Good.
     Bad...
no GOOD!
Crazy? He is.
   But he controls
This body
    This skin
This Brain
My thoughts
    are his
Punching my guts
 from the inside
   Making me
     WANT
     MORE
       again
         so
I do what he says
   that sliver
Turns to grams
 5, 6, 7,
         In a day?
No i cant
   I have to save some
   But its so delicious
   Tainting this forien body
As shadows fall apon my eyes
     And i roll into a deep sleep
To wake
   and do it
            Again.