Being everybody’s feed,
as it is written indeed,
I give myself to the world,
as living flesh to feed.
Because all the living
for the living are hungry,
it could be your best lover,
you end up being bloody.
Toss and tumble in my bed,
I tremble hard,
to see whom I let devour
the beating of my heart.
What sort of trough is
this bed after all?
Yet the desire that pulls me,
Is immaculate-splendor.
My ever arriving heart
is eaten by the herd!
I’m live feed
stuttering and blurred.
I'm your live feed,
totally without rest;
to finally conceive your hunger,
consume my essence.
Because he who belongs to no one,
is everybody’s bite after all.
So destroy me, awful Love.
Kill me. Don’t leave me alone.
