Where the Wind Goes...

I'm enduring this.
The never-ending hunger my mind can't fathom.
Blizzards like shrapnel against my skin.
My heart has frozen.

The whisper is calling.
A forked tongue serpent.
Oh, why should I consume their flesh?
It's the only relief.
Never denying.
What have I become?
Pure desperation.

I'm embracing this.
My humanity lost the battle.
Consumed itself.
Love and loath.
Accepting all the hurt.
My heart has frozen.

The name I'm given uttered softly.
Abandoned all good that once existed.
The chill grasps you.
Deathly embrace.
Still not satiated, still craving.

Forever craving where the cold wind blows...