The Hunger
Ever-consuming,
All controlling,
Mind numbing,
Breath-taking.
Is this the end of me?
Was this all I’m meant to be?
A Shadow of Men’s thoughts?
A simple pawn, easily bought?
Why can’t I see that I don’t want this?
Why can’t I see that Ignorance isn’t bliss?
Instead it’s a hunger, a burning desire,
A dark and terrible forest, an all consuming briar.
It makes you think that nothing is real,
It makes you think that you can’t feel,
It makes you think that you can fly,
But instead it’s all a lie.
So take a word from me, and hold on to your heart,
Hold on to it tight, and never let it fall apart.