A Real Fucked up Ouroboros

Devourer. Empty eater.
A snake turned upon itself.
Consuming.
Flesh feasting flesh, doomed of its own volition.

Squirming. Empty fighting.
Destroying those doomed
to be with its disgusting and putrid sight.
A sensation of festering within one’s own foul stench.

I find I can’t look away.
It drags me around, forced to know.
The intimate details are mine and mine alone.

Cursed to be the one that escaped
Gifted to be the one that left.
Doomed to be the one that cares.

Whispered love to please be gentle
Exaltations of despair.
Sighs of acceptance.

Cursed to be the one that watches.
Gifted to be the one who watches.
Doomed to be the one who watches.

It is hungry, but its sight is short.
It eats its own end
it believes its tail is the food
the pain is the process of hunger.

There is no creation here