Is the pain, deserved?
Or, delectable desserts?
After gut-bursting meals,
of, vain & swallowing, self-pity.

Does it taste, of, verve?
Or, dystopian, Earth?
Are tantalising screams,
atop a tongue, tasting, so, so, pretty?

Do you wish, for, nerve?
Steeled, mettled back, uncurved?
Or, just a chance, to feel?
In an unlit room, at the centre, of the city.

Or, would you, rather, serve?
See war, across, the universe?
The devil's making,...