Teeth
These teeth have grown to incise,
For what other purpose have they?
But it is your voice that is fanged,
Gnawing at my own existence.
Like a lioness plays with prey.
Chewing on my sanity like the bored do with gum.
Ironic, that teeth hang from the gums themselves.
A full circle in which more teeth gather 'round,
And crunch on what once was.
Life couldn't be much more than a mouth,
Death being the swallow of you. The food.
New life comes, and new death follows.
Must everything be consumed?!
Why, of course! How else would you survive?
For what other purpose have they?
But it is your voice that is fanged,
Gnawing at my own existence.
Like a lioness plays with prey.
Chewing on my sanity like the bored do with gum.
Ironic, that teeth hang from the gums themselves.
A full circle in which more teeth gather 'round,
And crunch on what once was.
Life couldn't be much more than a mouth,
Death being the swallow of you. The food.
New life comes, and new death follows.
Must everything be consumed?!
Why, of course! How else would you survive?