The Curse of Comfort


you gave me a taste of true love and left the residue dripping
off my tongue
leaving me thirsting for more

my stomach is left empty as you scavenge and hunt the jungle
for meat to satiate your empty desires

blood to quench your lust

and after all of this
i'm left with the taste of your poison running through my veins
streaming in my blood

my body weakens
deteriorates

until i find my antidote
i must survive.

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