Hunger

I took your hand

and cut you open.

I stole your heart

and drained your vessels

to see if you had the will,

the courage.

But the hunger,

the hunger we shared.

My bloody hands,

digging in your dark corners,

finding all your demons

and introducing them to mine.

My sweetest spot

was your weak spot.

When I grew stronger

you grew weaker.

The blank in between

two transparent faces.

The rope is pulling tighter.

How deep can we go

before we drown?

How deep can we go

before we drown?

How long will you follow,

blindfolded?