Mental Buffet

Shifty, devilish, night eyes

Watching, praying, like vultures on the prow. 

You smell the weak on me. The distraught. 

Inside you grow, slither, cringe. 

The buffet of your nourishment, that I am.

I seek to rid you, to divide your existence from mine.

But what can you, me, and I do;

We are one together,

One physical.

And the other. Never full, Always hungry.

Inside my mind. 

Author's Note

It's messy.