Self-Pity {2/10/05}

As i inhale the smell of my death,
It eases me so, but the pain will never end.
I sip the sweet fluid of my victim's pain,
And i devour the flesh yet once again-
What a desire to fulfill...

I take another bite,
And then yet, i wonder why-
I am this way,
And a painful sting comes to from my eyes;
Tears-as some creatures say.

Why is it that these tears come down my face?
Why is this happening to me?
This is just so strange.
What must i please
So this feeling goes away?

I'm dying now, yet then i remember,
I died just this past November;
So there is no hope for me,
And now i must fade away in my own misery.