Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire
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Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment
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Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed
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In thirty days the jailers surprised when I'm not dead
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I feed upon myself, my body is my repast
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In gluttony I carouse in my corporeal cuisine
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Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe
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Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great
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Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs
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The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs
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My own flesh and pith taste delectable
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As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself
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As the days roll on I ration on fodder
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Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms
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I have to force myself to self-cannibalize
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On my meaty parts I gormandize
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Swallowing lumps of my personal provisions
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Life prolonged by gorging on my bodily grub
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What is to be the bill-of-fair tonight?
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Will it be my left leg or my right?
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When the captors finally open my sealed cage
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An astonishing, appalling sight they find
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Their prisoner disarticulated and terrible gnashed
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Belly bloated with dissevered bites eaten of my mass
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My nipples bitten off and ground between my teeth
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Now I prepare to dine upon my bloody, severed tongue
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Unable to eat belching erupts from my bloody chops
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Chewed To Stubs
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Broken Hope |