Broken Hope

Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire
Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment
Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed
In thirty days the jailers surprised when I'm not dead
I feed upon myself, my body is my repast
In gluttony I carouse in my corporeal cuisine
Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe
Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great
Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs
The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs
My own flesh and pith taste delectable
As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself
As the days roll on I ration on fodder
Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms