There is a hunger that chases
after me
A staring gaping maw of damnation
it pulls at my being
taking pieces

strand by strand
the sinew thinned like hair

It longs to swallow the
very last of my soul

As it paws and bites me
Smaller memories were the first to go
but now the entirety of me is
being picked

It takes the most succelent morsels
last

And all that is left is my pain and my fear
I wonder which one will taste sweeter