The hunger gnaws
By night it claws.
It tears at me
with knife-like paws.I scream I shout,
to get it out.
But the longer it stays
the more I doubt.
For food is sin,
held heavy within.
The world turns dark,
fast growing dim...
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis