I feel like wasted land laid beneath you're hungry feet
pawing and clawing at the fabric of my survival.
Lacking all that you deeply desire but am more then you're expectations.
I feel like I lost a vital organ donated for the cause of this unwanted crusade,
I can still feel it like heart in someone else's chest, berthing and moving like worms.
I feel like my hair might be the only part of me that is Growing, save for this longing deep within my soul, where no one knows and few can see.
growing and spreading like some disease, breeding the pain and the emptiness that only I am so aware of.
I feel my eyes as they see, as if images live can attack, I can feel sight and the movement of the iris, stained from the lack of humanity in the area I now cling to.
I feel like I drowned and never knew what life was till it was already too far gone and I tastes just like a nine volt battery on the tongue, bitting and singing, both shocking and exciting, like passion, like a first kiss, but less hopeful.
I feel like lust, that hot feeling pooling between my legs at the thought of you're skin on mine, hands holding me down and accepting each violent movement you're giving me, I want them and will give you my own in due time.
I feel you, like death over my eyes covering over everything that I once was so certain was making up the whole of me, I feel you and I cannot rightly say whom I feel more, you or I.
I feel like I died years ago and am just waiting for the time for my brain to realize everything else is just a show, but then there is lust and the distant hope that I never fully let go of, hope that there is good and answers waiting for me, hope that I cannot let go of.
If I let go of that hope then I will no longer feel.
SCRAPPER