Stained by blood, <br />my lips of red, <br />and diabetic sweet. <br />Full of flesh, <br />from inside out, <br />of all the souls I eat. <br />Trembled and yet full of fear, <br />of guilt that's laid upon me. <br />I cannot change my course of time, <br />for time will not disarm me. <br />Tattoos have became the marks, <br />and scars on me to handle. <br />Smaller is the head of each, <br />to me as is the animal. <br />Picking threw the meat in teeth, <br />I am for worse, <br /> the cannibal...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cannibal-3/
