The Hunger Artist. A poem. Or something.

I am the Hunger Artist
I know how to turn the insides out

I have got control?
I have no control at all

I am the Hunger Artist
I know how to dig deep holes

A nothingness that eats you alive
And hate the filling up

I am the Hunger Artist
I vanish within “me”

Learn to become invisible
Disappear completely

I am the Hunger Artist
I am not worth to be

Pull the trigger
Push me down

I am the Hunger Artist
Suicide in slowmotion

It is the long way to explode
It is the quiet way to break

A quiet riot

I am the Hunger Artist
The sanest way to go insane

I am the Hunger Artist
I’m screamin out on mute

I caged myself in life
I know how to survive

I’m empty in most every way
I am the Hunger Artist