Hunger

A taste, was all it took.

Beneath the layers.
Under all the scars.
Within all its glory, it lied pulsing and pounding.
Beauty painted in red.

He fought against the need.
Yet the wound would only grow.
An insatiable lust that he struggled to control.
The cracks were showing in the mask that he called a face.
Words that once came so easy, now died in his thirst.

Feeling, thought, it all bleed to one.
One single desire, overwhelming in its power.
To consume, to devour, to take, and to keep.
How wrong would it be, to just have a piece?

Piece by piece, he fell, lost in his hunger.
The weeps of his stomach louder that the cries of his meals.
First went his heart, then fell his mind.
Hollow to all but the demon inside.

Author's Note

Don't know how I feel about the ending.

Reviews

[sette]

yeah it is certainly a dark poem but then that is what life is without pain there is no beauty.