Gluttony feeding from my dreams
Be their faces filled hunger
Watching
Waiting for my slip
Lear in their thoughts
For they dribble the fat of the land from their lips
The hungry doth need of food
Be it my soul
I dare not stare
I dare not look
My spine is frozen
My mind is cracked
Feel them crawling within
See my skin ripple from their thoughts
They know my taste
They know my aim
They want to feed
Hunger tastes
The place became the empty
My time was near to move
They waited at their tables
Ready for my doom
A dash this far I nearly got
Yet move I did not go
The hunger in their hypno eyes
This end
My sudden woe
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
Gluttony feeding from my dreams
Be their faces filled hunger
Watching
Waiting for my slip
Lear in their thoughts
For they dribble the fat of the land from their lips
The hungry doth need of food
Be it my soul
I dare not stare
I dare not look
My spine is frozen
My mind is cracked
Feel them crawling within
See my skin ripple from their thoughts
They know my taste
They know my aim
They want to feed
Hunger tastes
The place became the empty
My time was near to move
They waited at their tables
Ready for my doom
A dash this far I nearly got
Yet move I did not go
The hunger in their hypno eyes
This end
My sudden woe
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