I feel the blowing wind in my hair
I feel the longing in my restless legs
I need human contact
I need human flesh
I need human meat
Useless bodies I can tear into and soil
Lumps I will use for my never entire satisfaction
Human holes I can switch from whenever I am unhappy about my life
I say I want love But do I?
Stopping cold turkey would be a phase
Starting again would be a blaze
I will feel the void with an emptier nothingness
My shame is long gone
My organ is long torn
My soul is withering as I try to grasp it
I feel empty
The purpose of my life is still to survive it
But how long will I last?
Will I need to circle the drain to wake up?
And then will I wake up?