Hunger

Mon, 12/02/2013 - 21:17 -- RKibby

Light rain. Gentle moon.

Perfect bliss, outside of this room...

The night is calm, but my heart is not.

For the deed I have done is one that cannot be undone.

She was my love, she was my life,

But even she did not know my mind.

My mind is a cavern of the darkest depths.

My mind is a friend, but only when fed.

He likes to feed, on other's pain,

And seems to gleam when only sorrow remains.

Tonight he was strong, stronger than I.

Tonight he did something that I have to hide.

I will cut up the body and scrub the floors.

I will hide her white gown, and dispose of her girth.

The room that this night was spent shall be boarded up,

Under the pretense of a burrowing rot.

I am sad, but my mind is glad.

For now, he is well fed.

I recognize that I am insane,

But I understand it, so I am okay.

She was not my mind's first meal,

And he will surely have many more before I am through.

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