So ready, the aches are real,
It's desperation I feel;
It surely is a need?
But sometimes it feels like greed.
When the pain starts, is it the stomach or intestine?
I'm saying it's hungry desperation;
I have a real issue, some see it as an excuse I seek,
And most see me as nothing but weak.
There's a thirst within me, it's so alien,
That I can't tell if I need water, food or the Villian;
When cravings can confuse even my mind's perception,
What chance does my body have to avoid devastation.
