hunger

Hunger pains. I want to taste something I know I cannot. I am diseased. I am all things dark and loathsome. If there ever was a ‘Lord of the Dead’… I am he. Behind me lie gigantic tracks of death in the mud and sordid shapes of doom. I saw her once. A pale, willowy thing. Pleasure. Her smile was a lighthouse on a black cliff. Night was held at bay … She is gone now. Rather that I never saw that face than have it taken away.  – Ozzie