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