Hunger by moonchild

hunger...
the nothing feed until the nothing is
there is nothing to become something .
holes of empty last
unknown scares
my father forgot to teach me.
proud at the vicious anger of the last
passion and such as taken too much there is nothing again...
i scream
the child howls for the father that made her hunger
the father that forgot the crimson words on parted lips
"never fade my child"
kiss good night before the morning walk
alone...
bloodshot eyes
they call it rest...i know no such
my dark father died
my sister blood, my lover...
she killed me once...
the yard had death but divine
graveyard nudity...all too vein
a wicked laugh
echoed in the rain...
i know no nothing and starve as such.
and there was nothing again