Feed On Me (poem)

Come feed on me.
I lay here, waiting for you.
Feed on me, you merciless bird.
I lay here for you.

You perch at the window sill
Staring at me with a dead face.
Always lingering a bit longer than before;
Never really crossing the threshold.

Come feed on me.
I lay here, waiting for you.
Come, you, feed on me.
I lay here defenseless for you.
Rip my flesh apart,
And make me bleed.
Pick on my bones,
No, I won’t scream,
Finish me off,
For they won’t let me.
Don’t worry about the pain,
You won’t be causing it.

Come feed on me.
I lay here, waiting for you.
Feed on me, you merciless bird.
I lay here for you.