Endless and hungry, the void demands another sacrifice It has feasted on every part of me, Sucking the bones of every gluttonous bite And yet the hunger has not been touched 2 sides to this coin, On one, I am a child begging not to be consumed, On the other, I am me, cutting myself to pieces and feeding it to the void with satisfaction Why must I punish myself like this? When will I ever be done paying for these mistakes? Penance has become my addiction, And my mind is paying the price. How can I love and be loved when I don’t believe I deserve it?