Starve
Your matted fur matches the scars on your pelt
You cling to meat as if it's life itself
Barking and foaming (Bow to me)
You deserve to be hungry (Bow to...)
Protruding ribs and coiled paws
Mark the beginning of your lifetime of loss
Your eyes scream out because they've long been lost
You fell an inkling of the pain you've caused
Tongue out in pant, demonstrating exhaust
Your legs give out before you carry your cross
Starve! Starve! It's the embrace of emaciation
On your knees, you beg to eat
I decline with certainty
At my feet, you pick your teeth
I decline with certainty
You feel an inkling of the pain you've caused
Your legs give out before you carry your cross
You, you, you
You, you bit the hand that feeds
Now starve! Starve!
Starve to death