In the stomach of man sits swallowed skin,
a deep consumption of life hidden within.
An internal feeling with an unnatural taste,
an emotion lost with digestive haste.
So beautiful and succulent on strangers lips,
yet bitter and raw on your soul it drips.
A constant festering of acidic pain,
relieved only in showers of alkaline gain.
Consumed by your body through your veins it flows,
the guilt of greed in your heart it grows.
To leave your consciousness artic cold,
your mind and your body withering old.