Gnawing Hungers

Gnawing Hungers

A hunger gnaws at me

Food does not sate it

Yet it is all I have

To satisfy its demand

And, sadly, it seems

That mere food is not enough

My lusts are large and

Often too bloody for

“Polite Company,” and

Being left with them

Hidden in the darkest

Recesses of my twisted mind

Is a form of torture that is

Ingenious in its effect

On my mind

That has warped

Under the pressure

Of their constant demands

I wonder what would

Happen if I should

Give into the true hungers

That seek to rule me

Instead of giving into

The outside pressure to keep

Unbridled wrathful lust

Down to mere gluttony

5/21/11

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I know this will come as a vast surprise to many of you: I have a dark side.

Yes, yes, It is hard to believe. I am usually such a paragon of virtue and the epitome of beauty, grace, and light. However, the brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

For those of you who have trouble picking up on not-so-subtle nuance: That was, indeed, sarcasm. ;)