Starve

Your matted fur matches the scars in your pelt
 You cling to meat as if it's life itself
 Barking and foaming (Bow to me)
 You deserve to be hungry (Bow to...)
 Protruding ribs and coiled paws
 Mark the beginning of your lifetime of loss
 Your eyes scream out because they've long been lost
 You feel an inkling of the pain you've caused
 Tongue out in pant demonstrating exhaust
 Your legs give out before you carry your cross
 Starve! Starve! It's the embrace of emaciation!
 On your knees, you beg to eat
 I decline with certainty
 At my feet, you pick your teeth
 I decline with certainty
 You feel an inkling of the pain you've caused
 Your legs give out before you carry your cross
 You, you, you
 You, you bit the hand that feeds
 Now starve! Starve!
 Starve to death