It tastes like metal
I don't know if I like it
or I'm just used to it
It's hard to know when
you bleed
I can't eat for the flavor
I have no desire to sustain
myself
The effort doesn't make sense
Don't sense and you can make
the effort
An unbalanced tradeoff
when you try not to think
about it
Closing your eyes isn't
quitting
maybe giving up,
but who the hell cares?