Devour me, my insanity, my willpower, my irreverence. Take a bite, my whimsy, my despair, my belligerence. Conquer me, my machinations, my daydreams, my ardour. I am a feast, the last supper. Eat, drink, be merry. I offer you a mea culpa, untained, my transgression, yellowing in the aftermath of my desire for you, my deus ex machina, my resurrection, my annihilation, my sublime. Won't you be my only cannibal?