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?