HUNGER

Treading and struggling but losing to the pain,
Sinking slowly to the rhythm of a death song,
Hunger has betrayed, once again.

Drenched with Judas' blood and slashed with holy rain,
'When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone';
Treading and struggling but losing to the pain.

Dirty chimneys and holy spirits are all that is sane,
Delusory hopes fading with the smoke, so wrong,
Hunger has betrayed, once again.

Here, not all can be flowers along the lane,
One had to be the weed for trampling upon,
Treading and struggling but losing to the pain.

Soft. Like Potassium dropped in water, I scream in vain,
Hissss. They will burn me until I am gone.
I am treading and struggling but losing to the pain,
Hunger has betrayed me once again.

~manicbipolar~