deep in my body a rumble beganstarted out low and rumbled againhow do i fightwhat i can not seehow do i deal with the hunger i wonder how that burger will tastethat steak or that piefresh from the bakeryOh apple pieI would slaughter that cowfor a shank of his ribsor drive that bullet for a few slices of bacondoes this make me evilor bad or meanit just makes me humanno matter how obsceneif only my hunger from my brain could be trickedto believe i was fulloh what a trickso i will go on starvingto make my self thinwhat will i do if i die in the end