The Hunger Within

Feasting on raw atoms,
the prehistoric ancestors of Adam laugh.
Knowing what life would be like.

The hunger within,
teased by the appetizers of sin.
Quenched by the flow of red wine.

I am King!
A Mad man alone with his wits.
Throwing hunger fits.

The Hunger Within,

Searches…
Screams…

Looking for it’s next meal


Hunger Games

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