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Hunger

My hunger

I have told you this thousands of years ago

my hunger

is a monster you can never comprehend

Hell, I can’t even comprehend it myself

My hunger, my hunger

I run like mad horse

a black cube in the desert floating

made of pitch darkness

bottomless vacuum

my hunger, my hunger

How can I love you and live with this hunger

but how can I tell you about this hunger

when you have lost your limbs for me

And my dear doctor asked

“Will you satisfiy your hunger with a new prey?”

To be honest I’d rather die

Yet here I am devouring love

of a Goddess while chewing

at yout bones

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Mindmare

If your mind needs to wander let it read
If your mind needs to rest let it sleep
If your mind needs both let it dream
But never let it idle for an idle mind is a crazy mare

And in the day to the sun it will stare
And in the dark it will unleashed nightmare
Thus, tame it with passion, compassion, faith or medication
Ride it through the open field, sea, and sky
Find your way to play
As long as you live you stay