I've eaten no food in days,
Nor have drinks to sustain.
And yet inside me grows a well,
Flowed with poison and shame.

Eyes lead to the soul,
And my insides, they are churning.
Why would I think this a good idea,
My senses are all burning.

These sleepless eyes, are open wide,
My conscience soon to shut.
But before I go I need to see,
That this treachery will come to a stop.