Desire is a burial site

Desire is a burial site, 

Throughout my years I have learnt nothing I want I can have, and nothing I can have I want. A never-ending cycle of a disgusting needing, like a hand in my gut twisting and pulling, cruelly, savagely. 

Like Prometheus each day I am being devoured alive by the consequences of my foolishness, each night I starve and wait only for it all to repeat.

Only I ought to know how this longing burns like, no person ever has needed this bad in their life. The small of the neck of the one I want has never been this far away from my hungry, foul mouth. The faster I run towards it the faster it disappears. I am a graveyard of desires and needs and wants, six feet deep into my chest, six feet under me.