Hunger

Gathering darkness comes to greet me,
licking at the edges of my tattered soul.
Hungry it is, the tongue of deceit having tasted
the delicate morsel of my decadent existence.
Upon the crumbling altar of a dead and decaying god,
shall I find the truth in this absence of light.
Cold burns the blood that pours forth,
fathomless is the vessel from which it flows.
Insatiable is the ravenous hunger,
I will bleed forever...


Tyres' Dream
Melissa C. Krauss

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