Soul Searching
My soul calls for you,
laying itself on
the sacrificial table
waiting
for a response.
My soul screams for you,
being devoured by
my own depression,
squirming in its pen,
anointing myself
in blood.
My soul cries for you,
where,
where,...
your presence is required.
My soul dies for you,
sheltered in this hollow husk,
needing completion,
wanting comfort,
desiring you,.
My soul rots without you,
pulling itself apart,
trying to locate you
and becoming a leper
without you in my arms.
My soul hunts without you,
trying to satiate
this need for your flesh
in my mouth,
hoping to fill this desire
with inadequate weaklings.
My soul is incomplete without you,
drying up
without your touch,
craving to find you
and knowing
you're behind the next corner.
My soul howls for you,
will you answer the call?
The moon falls
by my inability
to locate you,
will your soul
call to me?
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