Wed, 01/29/2020 - 09:20 -- Phoric

I crave more,


More than you could ever know.


Flesh was a minuscule distraction, it only appeased me for a while, 


Now I ache for more.


So that’s why you’re here, to please my craving.


Every cell that traverses through you will do my bidding,


Each clot will satiate my hunger,


And I will deplete your sentience until there’s nothing left.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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