Hunger

Strapped tightly upon,
anger's burning cross,
of your instigated wrath
bound there with
human leather and nails 
contrived from your emotional trash
infected with your pent up hate,
it spreads like some bad rash
mocking bird dancing upon raven's back
we were always going to clash,

Rip tide laughing in your ears
as my dark eyes confirm your worst fears,
hells own Holocaust plays within your head,
breeding sickness that has been festering long years
you keep me locked here in your private purgatory
seeped with frenzied fevered sleaze
your anger now only incited
with the dawning appearance that those lusts,
i'll never appease

Sinking, drowning into the, thick wet mud of your distaste
caked, covered and choking
in vengeance soup, that is your paste
you're so anxious to expel and exact, your malevolence, that in your haste
you've devoured, taken everything,
what you've left,
is
no waste

your frenzied feasting consumption,
fed a hunger thick with sick need for feeding
my bounds now your own,
as what was in me has freed a seedling
that's grown daemons constrained,
within the realm of your penitentiary,
given them time for breeding,

A bottomless abyss,
of unfed lust, is what you'll now, for eternity wonder
tearing at yourself, with your own rusty implements,
filled with electric and thunder
don't matter how much, rage filled gorging you indulge in,
you'll never plunder
the consuming need to sate a thirst that rips through you,
for always lost in your own hunger.