You have feasted on the vomit
now debilitated and full
You search for each debut
You’ve become an infocarnivore
Craving it raw to say the least
Relentless in your quest
Demanding I attend the feast
Well I don’t want to eat that anymore
I have had my lion’s share
Of every single hidden thing
Caught, trapped in your lair
With every update and revision
You fed my lust with skilled precision
I see you now with 20/20 night vision
Let me go! Respect my decision!
I want off this wicked carousel
With each drip of your lips
The speed excels
Faster that what I bargained for
Spinning around feigning for more
I have feasted on your vomit long enough!
Inhaling your exhaling with each puff
I’ll go through withdrawal but I must leave
Your fangs are protruding
Something’s up your sleeve!
“There she goes, don’t let Judas get away!!”
Screeched your claws
responding to “Sic ’em!!!“
Shredding the snakeskin off my back
I collapse in pain
You’d captured your next victim
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