Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Third Circle of Hell


I need to be weaned.

Content to be fed by her breast

until Kingdom Come…

My destruction is sealed.

To know what is required

And not spring to accomplishment…

Such is madness,

And I am the maddest of them all.

Ravenous, I catch her smell.

She looks so…delicious.

I pick her flesh from

Between my teeth.

Her taste, her smell, her innocence…

The memories flood my senses,

The guilt rips away at my eyes.

The insatiable desire for more…

Something I'll never escape.

-Originally written May 28, 2007

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