An appetite for forgiveness,
Please excuse my filthy hands,
For consuming all is all I have,
To free me from her inside,
My uncontrollable lust for a feast,
To devour everything here,
In efforts to digest a thought,
Sorry you had to see this,
Witness the horrid habit in me,
Engulf the luxuries surrounding,
To perhaps put a stopper,
In feelings I am not ready,
Not yet ready to face,
This ferocious greed burning,
Leave not a trace of what was there,
My secret banquet,
Love in a state of poverty,
Yet my hunger is forever growing,
The self-indulgence without the glamour,
For at the end of every feast,
The infatuation melts away,
Till guilt is all I am left with,
Though I lick my fingers clean,
Savour each single crumb,
Try to draw out the feeling of happiness,
Before I come crashing down to the reality,
Of my disgusting fault,
A blubbering mound am I,
To sit and consume a mountain,
In an attempt to rein act,
Feelings I long to feel for real,
I can’t escape this no,
For it has gnawed deep within,
Inside my chest pumping the blood,
Round an ever growing mass,
Is my Pig Heart
