recharging is optional yet it is normal to do so

flesh feeds on what one feeds

a hefty price, however

gluttonous beings ravage to take their fill,

surprised when the results come out rotund

you pick yourself apart at the imperfection

yet, it is nothing but your own fault.

and you know it is your fault. you punish yourself for it

starve to not induce binge

but starvation grows the desire, so there is no point.

it rots yet the mouth consumes

the vessels cry at its dying siblings, decomposing in hydrochloric

disturbing harmonious cell symbiosis with continuity

crunch the calcium and it splinters,

yet despite horrid taste and pain, you continue

poison, yet it tastes of freedom

feels like freedom

asphyxiate at the paracosm you create

and now definition changes, energy to experience

it was not effort that was taking from your mistakes,

it was escapism that reduced its difficulty

despite the debt to pay, you embrace the interest with open arms

because it is expected and you wished it upon the mechanism you control

and as bliss comes to a halt,

absence of haze reveals truth

the truth you were running away from