There are no words anymore
I've eaten them all
Devoured the world
And I'm choking on the word indulgence
Fitting, right?
Do as I please is taking all the air
The air I use to used to do as I please
Well, I guess I should die
Or try to put the words back
Give all of the half digested thoughts by writing
After all, I'd have to kill my self to kill myself, right?
If only it was as fun and easy as eating words
