A Hunger

I crave a hunger that craves me, only to be lost in the residual ripples of carnal passion.

Born into the lap of a mother drunk on conception, never cherished.

Disguised as waves of pain in childbirth.

The night is just an illusion and I'm buried under a pile of confusion.

To worship the whore before the rising sun,
then torture myself to extinguish the emotions.

Born into sin upon the altar of the father whom I am seeded from.

Celebrated as a virgin, unwed and worthy of conception.

Then sacrificed as a peace offering to protect the dawn.