How can I explain this?
I'm out, I'm done, I don't want to go on.
You're words have lefty a dirty taste in my mouth.
Yet I am hungry for more.
I haven't filled my body in so long,
I just need something to satisfy my hunger.
Overfilled and over satisfied, I lay on the floor. 
Wishing the though never came to mind.
Nothing left to do but reject you completely.
You have satisfied my hunger with nothing but poisin.