For dinner we'd have blood for soup
Intestines for noodles
Eyeballs for egg yolks
Noses for mushrooms and biceps for meat
O Lord, I pray thee thy my thirst may quell
So I won't have cause for dessert.
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Bludgeoned Soul
PoetryPerhaps sparks of compassion is flaring up in your veins, The qualities of a hero - surfacing A longing to save me, to end my pain If you're reading this, its probably too late For I am nothing but a bludgeoned soul
