Feed. 

(Rhyme scheme and just something with gaps to fill.) 

Hanging from the guts 

Bleeding through a body that refuses to give up 
Struggling for air that burns choked lungs

Silent screams hanging from the tongue 
Eyes blinking sight into blindness 

The unresting heart unwillingly witness 
Forever encompassed in a tightrope fall 

Acrobat of midair and dinner halls 
Porcelain graves and embalmed in herbs 

Eulogy served to diners unperturbed 
Remembered by luxurious hunger and typewritten menus 

‘Herb crusted pork tenderloin brew’
Death in Helvetica and gold trims 

And dying again when digestion begins
Wringing from the guts 

Slaving through a body that refuses to wake up 

 

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