Desire

Wed, 01/29/2020 - 09:20 -- Phoric

I crave more,

 

More than you could ever know.

 

Flesh was a minuscule distraction, it only appeased me for a while, 

 

Now I ache for more.

 

So that’s why you’re here, to please my craving.

 

Every cell that traverses through you will do my bidding,

 

Each clot will satiate my hunger,

 

And I will deplete your sentience until there’s nothing left.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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