Peter Geoffrey Hynes - Cannibalism lyrics

frustration needs a muse. a target. a something else to turn it's venom at, or turn the poison into wine and soothe the beast. having no such thing to hand, I've begun to chew at my own paw. the warmth of my blood in my mouth is intoxicating. gnawing at my bone's become obsessive. my leg's almost gone. my torso's only safe because I can't bend more than double. there's no satisfaction, but I've grown addicted to blood. I haven't got the courage to thirst after someone else's. openly. making do with my own is starting to k** me. I've grown so pale and fractured I can barely stand. my hand, the one that's left, shakes too much to write. bled nearly dry, there's almost nothing left when I look in the mirror. a small satisfaction, then. hardly worth the sacrifice