Born a Cannibal Eating all inside me Feasting on and dining Its fecal waste containing Something that is growing External pores start leaking High blood pressure rising Turbid Mucus Obstructing heart Liver Fire Blazing Congealed heart blood Mucus Dampness Feeling wiry, soggy It thirsts but no desire to drink Or vomit after drinking Acute onset Heating. Numbing. Boiling. Stretching Open Heating. Numbing. Boiling. My Belly Button It crawls out of the corpse Without a sign of fear Kill it before Its eyes shun all remorse Grinding on mother's ear It is too late Red, red raw, red rare meat Haunting the human beings Red, red raw, red rare breed Walking among the free Red, red raw, red rare meat It haunts the human beings Red, red raw, red rare breed It walks among the free *Steve Solo* To be forced alone with the darkness Born as a cannibal, is it really its fault? Guilt played upon survival Its desire to breathe can only lead to sympathy *Gab Solo* *Steve Solo*