Sometimes I feel like a corpse over which the ravens of my darker thoughts bicker and tear out bites, choosing the tenderest morsels and leaving the rest for lesser scavengers.
Only Fragments
Love Letters to the Tar Pit
Sometimes I feel like a corpse over which the ravens of my darker thoughts bicker and tear out bites, choosing the tenderest morsels and leaving the rest for lesser scavengers.
Only Fragments 
I feel like this is an apt description of Will Graham’s psychology. Lesser scavengers: Hannibal.