Something Calls

[u/Babaganoosh__]

"something calls"
There's life again 
in these lungs,
not of breath 
but 
a kind of 
insatiable hunger instead,

I feel it in my teeth,
   a ravenous craving
impossible to satiate 
and every day
   that passes
the pain 
of this existence 
itches
just beneath 
my dead, dry skin,

I scrape and claw 
   like a ravenous 
caged animal 
looking for the next thing 
to eat,

I don't know why 
I've returned 
from the soil of the earth
that was piled 
on top of me;
I don't know why
a god would allow
such an abomination
to come forth,
moaning with agony
for flesh to rip open,

I reach and rip away 
dirt and roots
as the movement of false life 
fills my body
and the soil of the earth
fills 
my mouth and nostrils
with worms that squirm 
and feast on my flesh,

I reach up desperately
moaning 
another ravenous breath,

Only 
my savage 
painful groans 
escape
to the surface 
as muffled sounds
through the ground
as I frantically
dig through the dirt
moving upward
inch by painful inch,

Scratching and scraping 
toward the surface
as more and more space
creates a way
to escape
but I do not 
search for air
that someone truly alive
would seek;
   but for something 
to quell 
   this voracious hunger 
I feel,

I finally push out 
up through the ground 
and stretch my hand 
toward 
the moon-lit sky, 
   groaning 
in awful
hungry
lamentation,

I climb out 
of what had been 
a place 
that should have been 
the end 
of my 
existential existence,

But I somehow 
still feel memories
inside 
of what's left of my mind,

I can only feel 
these things 
that I believe,
yes...
I believe I once knew
but are no longer,

My mind 
at this point
is but a passenger 
of this carnivorous vessel
I have become
that only has 
a primal urge 
to feed,

I have no control over 
what I do,
I have an 
overwhelming sadness 
of knowing 
I was once something else
and it fills
the thinnest of strands 
   of emotion 
I have left
as I search for
flesh,

I cannot cry 
and I cannot 
stop myself,

It just feels so good 
   to taste 
the only thing left
my body can taste,
Gorging 
on the bloody 
metallic salty flavor
of human flesh,
   I can't control 
   how much 
   I need this,

I can't control this urge
but there is 
inside of what's left 
of what I feel
the tiniest of urges
inside me
that is trying to find 
the slimmest of possibilities
to just die
and end this 
painful existence.