Insect thousands

Tear off a leg

One grows back

Frequently crippled

For all these years

Prosthertic limbs serve well

No obligation to feel

To feel the pain that placed

A cancerous seal

Upon the flesh and shattered face

Of one condemned

What more do you need?

In the agony

Of my dying breath

Deformed in the mirror

Nothing but bleak

Fruitless waste and

Anorexic dreams

Of the past

Dreams that once

I cherished

That kept me going

But, hey,

Self-delusion has lost its threat

Misconception

What more do you need?

Mishap of birth and

many mistakes

So blood stains my feet

Feeds oil for my lamp

It feeds and it feeds

And it grows