famine

drown me out with these noiseless soundsevery single disinfectant aboundsin this claustrophobic, windowless spacelet life be nothing but a useless waste please, i beg of youmake every sadistic rumor truethere's nothing i can dobesides what's meant to be your hunger won't subsidesipping on a tall glass of cyanideare you hungry, ask your mothershe tell you, no more draining your brotherbut you need itbut you crave itthat sweet metallic taste shhh quell your desirestrust me, they won't spread like wildfire

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