You put your mouth round

Suck it down

Do it again

The hunger gnaws

The minutes crawl

Each ventrical stalls

And calls you to fill

Its driest of voids

Clean, chasmic annoyance

Pulling and culling

Your senses are drilled

The black marrow trips

You're nothing but twitch

And wish you could stitch

Yourself into stone

Surrounded and tucked

Your soul stripped and sucked

This shit out of luck

Overcrowded, alone

I'll wrap myself around it

Crush it till it swallows me...