Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
Blood
Nothing can satisfy my hunger
For human suffering;
Not even me.

So once again,
I break myself down,
Hoping to feel

Something,
Anything,
To remind me of my humanity.

Or lack thereof.
Pain is the only comfort I know.
No one
Written by
No one
177
     ---, Pan's Central Express SYRNIX and Charlie Black
Please log in to view and add comments on poems