hunger

god, i fear my heart is made of teeth,

i fear it can do nothing but devour.

i'm afraid i'll make a feast out of your heart

and your tears will be my wine.

because, after all,

we're meat before we are people.

i am hungry.

my fingertips are led by a monster from the past,

my voice is just a shadow of someone else's

throwing blades and screaming words that are not mine.

because, after all,

we're both made out of the same broken glass.

you gave me your trusting hand,

you offered me your hurt heart,

but your sweet voice will never be enough in my empty stomach.

however, i see nothing but myself in your crystal clear eyes.

i am still hungry.

just like that, i consumed you.

i reduced you to nothingness. 

your mind, your heart, your guts,

they are no longer part of this merciless world.

they are only part of me.

why am i still hungry...?