The Will to Live

Shipwrecked and all alone With not a bite to eat; I’ve got to get nutrition I’ve got to have some meat. The seagulls, they will not stand still I cannot catch just one This hunger is a bitter pill As I sit here on my own. For days I have been sitting here The sun is in the sky It’s hotter than a bitch in heat And my skin is beginning to fry. There’s no sign of my rescue They must think that I’m dead My hunger is so strong inside It’s put an idea inside my head. My pocket knife is very sharp, There’ll be some pain there, but, To get the food I need to eat I’ll chop off my left foot. I’ll do it very carefully, I’ll make sure it’s all clean. But I’m not giving up to die I know that I’ll be seen. Five days now since I ate it My hunger’s growing strong; I know that what I have to do Is eat the other one. My feet are stumps, I cannot walk The gulls are mocking me My mind is beginning to wander And all I see is sea. I don’t know just how long I’ve been Here, sitting in this place. The sun is getting hotter And is beating on my face. Weeks, months, days, years They all seem the same; Sometimes I have to stop and think To remember my own name. I have to eat, I have no choice I cannot deny the need. Therefore, if I have not feet, Why do I need my knees? The left has gone, the right one too I’ve got up to my thighs. Not much more stand between My life and my demise. But I’m not giving up, no way! I’m not condemned to die. I know that they will find me I know that they will try. I cannot remember much at all How I came to be here. Or why I have no legs and feet Or why the sun appears. To eat my arm seems natural I feel no pain at all. And as I eat my sun baked flesh It seems so very normal. I cannot eat anymore There’s nothing I can have, From my body now to eat So I’ll have to starve. My body now is growing weak. I have no strength to breathe Will they ever come for me? Or will I never leave? My sanity, it has returned What have I done to me? I feel so much repulsion At the way I’ve been. My pocket knife is very blunt I feel its blade so near. If I scream as I cut my throat Will anybody hear?