Insufferable I am
The passion of desire
Denatures all of my bones
And sets my lungs afire

Ablaze and plainly brazen
I rocket through my veins
A welling and a tingle
The mingling of my pains

Entitled to an answer
Entitled as “my own”
My own is to forsake me
Forsaken is my home

My mystery is the craving
Not the other way around
I hunt to smell it breathing
Others forage pieces—
—left on the ground

More is all that feeds me
Blood keeps me alive
I eat to feed the others
My subjects and my pride

Everything looks at my sweat
Threat in droplets, all in stride
Working for the night’s regret
I never run or tire or hide

I keep it in and just at bay
It is a solemn price to pay
To know the dark can be undone
And be the thing that must be done

The rapture of the weight it brings
The capture of the finer things
They whisper in my eager fears
And I’m the only one who hears