Sustenance or Perish

Though round, my stomach feels as though it had been gutted

it's straining for anything

Anything to get it's form back

Remnants of what I had I now lack

I only taste a metallic and nearly animal taste surging within my throat

As the edges of my gums become a gnarly moat

Every creature and plant before me

Becomes some sort of unexplained delicacy

If, while over come by this, I run free

A deprived being loses any sense of standards

And without that uniform, our bodies are slandered

Running maniacally till one's energy is hammered

I'm getting off track, I reckon

I've a rabbit to beckon