The hunger I’ve become echos through my hollow bones. Sprouting antlers that claws the sky. The pupils of my past burnt away by the embers of a flame that devours but never warms. The sorrows of the past only feed the beast beneath my skin. I can feel it. Gnawing, gnashing, for the fragments of a soul long forgotten. To consume any flesh within its path.

The shadows leech onto me, the secondary skin of smoke and ash. I am fading. I am merging into this void. What is left but this twisted form? No blood left inside, only the addiction for it. An eternal curse to feed and to never to feel full. A gluttony that can never be satisfied. Only suffering to suffer.

~theMori32