A hole cut into my breast,
You hold the meat above my head,
Laugh as I die.
Maggots become tortured eyes,
It was part of your plan.
Lights, camera, action, worms.
Pockets of frenzied neurons.
Viral plagues of self-satisfaction.
Bludgeon me, and then just cut me.
If you find what I can't,
I'll be your slave.
Oh, what a show for grueling hogs.
Taste my sopping organs,
but you don't know what I'll do once I'm inside.
You'll writhe, so beautifully,
Beseech mercy on bloodied knees,
For devouring the last human pieces of me,
and, I, the kindly lord will agree,
To take such a life of complacency