Starving

Starving

the raw emotion

the feeling

ripping the inside of my body in to shreds

gnawing away at me

clawing its way towards the light

and from this hunger, i feel the strength

a creature stirring

in the bowels of hell

vice versa

pain

shooting

useful

scarred

without hope, pace or relent

i die inside

and yet i continue

for who couldn't love

the number one

page one

biggest star

walks the walk

the glam the threads

the life exceeds.

The End

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