Wretched-Watching

I watched as the wretched thing clawed and screamed against the walls,
whimpering for relief. The world was disintegrating. Nothing could sooth the beast. 20 more hours than could be sustained spent gazing into myself. How still could one really be? This was not an exercise I was interested in sustaining, yet I must.
Somehow, I must. I must starve it. I must starve me.