Home brewed sentiments
Are worthless fodder
Gourged upon thoughtlessly
Like chum, in a starving frenzy

Like skin
Slowly rolled away
I convulse 
In the offering of self

As blood streams
I dwell in silence
Plagued by worry
Overtaken by hunger

The raw patches
Never reclaim color
In the endless butchering
In the eternal massacre

Until
I am fully skinned
Mangled beyond all repair 

Until 
The horror
Consumes, each passerby

Self slaughter persists
Beneath the quill’s
Merciless thrashing