Feed Yourself

Fingertips wander upon strange flesh.
My hunger becomes stale.
Starve the desire for something fresh.
My will becomes frail.

Aphotic eyes hunting a source.
My heart becomes bleak.
Severing life with no remorse.
My gaze becomes weak.

Decaying lips disguise jagged teeth.
My smile becomes livid.
Quench the thirst for what flows beneath.
My curse becomes vivid.