In a sphere of your burned urges

you wake up screaming “more!”

Delirious, needy, sweating heavily,

your mind wanders to the old, good times

when you had it all


Thousand pieces of things that you used

and then left like old rags

So many faces appearing before your hungry eyes

So many bodies captured by your greedy hands


Dirt of their innocence under your fingertips

your hidden claws feasting upon their flesh

sweet taste of their blood in your mouth

their weakness lying on the ground,

weeping in silence


Until the poison in your veins it all becomes

Published by Asper Blurry