Hunger Pains
Feeding time draws near to heart and once again
another day passes without her
Like an animal we pace our place of rest
but not really for it has become more
cage and much more lonely
Merciful GOD of love is this my sentence
of death?
I would nourish of just her scent if you would allow
Miss the wooded areas of her domain where
I felt free to roam as we pleased
I've become more beast now but weaker
As my eyes do not see hers they fed on as well
She, the cause to breathe and too my death
For hunger such as this knows no end
On point hand in hand with misery
The moon rises as my howls have become less
of a love call and less of me
A morsel would be enough to hold us over
Her kiss would ease my pain
But not this day, maybe tomorrow
when I am no more and my spirit runs
the wooded area again, watching her
to hunger nevermore
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