My Hunger

By despair you quench your desires so prurient.
Peculiar yet quaint in ways noted.
Doth thy protest servility so prostrating.
To but be beguiled for yearnings so quixotic.


Such rancorous needs bleed for fulfillment.
If not by rod or lash, then whip of tongue.
To drown within the cascading darkness o'my mind.
And peruse your lust with my teeth...

Your heart will become my sanguinary cathedral.
I shall entrench trenchantly my name upon your flesh.
For your vicissitudes shall arrive by reprobation.
As your vapid being lay exhausted beneath me.

I will... bite off more...
Than you, can live without...