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HUNGER OF THE SOUL

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By Christina Hazelwood

I have a hunger;
burning deep in my soul.

Beyond mere desire
beyond my control.

It burns within me;
taking tremendous toll.
Not mere appetite
but a cavernous hole.

It seeks to quench
an ocean thirst.
Pursuing its prey;
hellishly cursed.

Locking its gaze,
unable to rest.
Squirming victim;
undeniable quest.

The moment suspended,
teasing and taunting.
The tortured creature;
sees peril daunting.

The attack unfurls;
with speed and force.
The victim succumbs.
Nature takes its course.

The taste of blood;
a pound of flesh.
The victim and foe;
begin to mesh.

The hunger is eased;
the thirst is quenched.
A passing phase;
the soul still wrenched.

A grand illusion;
the obsession remains.
To kill: a distraction.
The self calmly disdains.

The hunger yearns on,
consuming the soul.
Roaming restlessly,
to make itself whole.

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