Starving

A familiar prickly feeling
Hallow and deep

Swallow my insides and creep

A numbing of senses
Empty and alone

Apathy I’ve outgrown

A need for it
Intense and hard

Waiting to be scarred

A hunger for it
Thirst for more

To fulfill my core

A pulling towards
All that I crave

For it I am a slave

A twisted burning
Disgust my shell

Inside me now, I swell

A seeping through
It all escapes

From the inside out it rapes

A crude sensation
I close my eyes

To stop my wails and cries

It aches and bleeds
This putrid hole

My body starving for its soul

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