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.
