Hunger

That feeling you get.
That heaviness in the bottom of your stomach.
That feeling. That feeling.

It makes you forget,
The troubles and stresses of life.
That feeling. That feeling.

Not empty inside, no not really,
I have spiders and bats crawling all up inside me
Fashioning X and O gashes on my stomach cave's walls.

Now most people call it hunger, most people call it pain.
They put out the feeling,
Stuff themselves like a turkey.

But not me, no, not I.
When that feeling comes, most claim to feel weak,
But I, I feel strength for what I have succumbed to.

I've fought past the demons of gluttony and greed,
I've let myself relish in the sickly feeling I seek.

Starve long enough and you'll find it,
That clean mind and set thought,
That feeling. That feeling.

It's a mark of success,
That peaceful burn and ache.
That feeling. That feeling.