hunger, goes the beast

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hunger, goes the beast

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hunger, goes the beast

I'm insatiable. Nothing is enough for me, not a thing. I'll always change no matter what the situation is.
I'm a fast turning tornado
i know nothing but what i see
although i am blind
i can only feel the wind that turns at the bend of my wrist
i have no sense of direction
i just know what i see
and see what i hear

i don't know what i like
i dont know who i am
what i am
how i am
what i stand for
what i mean
i dont know
i dont know
i dont know
i dont know
i am lost in translation
i am stagnant in a time where i was not born
replaced by a flower that hasn't even been picked
it sits in my bed
on my pillows
cuddling with a rabbit that i picked out of the store
it sits there in place of me
i watch it interact
to others it looks just like me
but it is not
it is not me
it is an imposter
snatched me out the ground of my favorite garden and plopped itself right down
you can see it in every picture
sprinting at me with each camera click
and now it has replaced me
it sits
surrounded by my tarot cards
cards that i have held in my hands while i sobbed
cards i have slept with
cards i have touched consistently for the last 5 years
it touches my alter
an alter i created for a deity that has created me
and it smiles back at me
it blinks at me
it screeches in my face
and i welcome it
the sound
the holy sound
the voice of god that leaves the ring of trees echoing in my ears in the midnight rain
she grins
her teeth
so white so perfectly white
white as her skin
sharp as razors
a grin, her grin
blood drips past her gazing teeth
falling on my light pink princess sheets
her hair
tainted and unwashed
tangled beyond repair
clots between each knot
it glittered in the darkness
and her eyes
her eyes
how malicious
they stare at me as on does prey
(the stomach of the beast is insatiable)
i can't get a grip on what they remind me of
something like i have never once seen
but her eyes
as beautiful as her
as hungry
as mad
as insatiable
it is silver
silver as genesis

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