I want.
An empty, hollow with no ties to reality
setting its claws in me
want
It disguises as need
it knows when that has failed
it wants
the echo not decaying
just reverberating
I want
becoming obsession
lying to me that I need
I want
It
the hollow one needing me to consume in it’s name
forever empty
forever in me
it feeds on misery
If there is happiness it is not
if there is growth it is rot
it triggers on the absence of it
it needs it
it is the ever present drive
of want
it gets in your head
it drives false need
it leaves you hungry
when it makes you feed
consume for want
It wants to be bigger
It wants to be small
It wants the shiny things
It wants it all
it wants nothing
so it can be filled again
it is empty
so the want can begin
I want
It
to
be
silent
