The Hunger
By Anonymous
This fervency is eating away at my sanity like a ravenous animal desperate to immerse its fangs into pure flesh.
Delectation has been ever so elusive as my claws dig into the ground so deep.
What monstrous creation has become of me in the waking hours of the moon.
My coarse hairs prickle up with anticipation at the mere whiff of something appetizing.
I let out an unearthly howl of pure desolation as the hunger pains overcome me.
These deep-set eyes of mine grow weary as the night drags on.
Will I ever live to see what was once my humanity?
Or do I apprehend my desired prey as I drink it’s blood, and set feast on flesh that I’ve ripped from bone?
Proclivity is beckoning me to decollate all that stand in my way, and gloriously bathe in their sanguine fluid.
Leaving death, and carnage in my wake all in the name of inveiglements sakes.
My tongue flickers in the wispy air as I can almost taste their essences’.
How do I long to dredge my claws into fleshy skin right before I sink my teeth into their veins as blood gushes down their necks.
Feed me cries the hunger for it’s taking over from within.
Sensations will come in waves if I just give in.
What ridiculous morality is preventing me from this bliss?
The tiny shred of humanity that I’ve yet to shed from within my monstrous skin.
Starvation sets its nasty grasp onto my soul as I impatiently await my first kill.
Will they become victim of circumstance or willing sacrifice as I deviously plot to quench this thirst….to satisfy this hunger within