4. A poem I wrote: whom I consume is whom I become

⚠️ CW!!! C@nnibalism metaphor (I obviously don’t fw that I just liked this metaphor))

It’s kinda bad

Ok bye

What I consume is what I become.

I consume pleasure, I become pleasure.

I interact with joyous people, their joy spreads into me like a poison.

Running through my veins, it’s gone straight to my head.

I feel pride, I consume my friend’s joy, therefore I output pleasure.

What I consume is what I become.

The writing gets louder, but it’s all just ink and pen.

I consume suffering, but it’s all just words on paper.

I still consume happiness, I must still output joy.

What I consume is what I become.

Their voices get aggravated, it spreads through me like venom.

It goes to my brain, it affects my being.

The world gets colder, my consumption is overcoming me.

Whom I consume is whom I become.

Their voices have finally stopped, the aggravation is gone.

Their flesh tastes like irritation, it tastes like the pain they put me through.

It’s running through me now.

what have I done?

What have I become?

I consume them, therefore I output the same suffering.

Sorry it sucked ok bye