Desire
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.
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