I Am That Thirst

Look at him yearning. Desirous

His craving, his hunger. Constant needs, constant wants

Nothing will quell, nothing will slake

Insatiable vacuous man

Hollow and see-through. His emptiness has made him frail

That dying thing still believes others drive the nails

Incendiary god complex. Such gift to flammable man

This is what it made of him, this is what remains

Behold, how he devours

Unappeasable and cursed

That arid soul, famished and desiccated

I am that thirst

His gluttony can not be stilled

This state can never be reversed

Hollow and empty. Endlessly