The grave was hungry
It fed on him
Dined with such delight
The grave was hungry
It fed on him
Feasted throughout the night
The grave was hungry
It fed on him
Fed till it was full
Now we have what's left of him
Was there ever a hunger so cruel?
Is there nothing that can chase it down?
Force it not to feed?
Stop it from delighting in this never-ending need?

02/07/2005

Posted on 02/08/2005
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