I eat so fast that I choke on food

There is this wild hunger in me

For peace that's disgustingly repulsive

I have been starved of sanity

That the slightest whiff makes me feral;

I run into it like a wolf chained up for eons

Like soldiers feasting on bread

Like a poet writing their greatest verse.

I sleep among a thicket grove of thorns

And the slightest bloom of a flower

Makes me pluck the petals to conserve.

This hunger have made a monster out of me

The kind that lurks only in children’s books

And yet, they must all fear;

For I too am afraid of what I've become.