Feel the need in your soul
The dark longing
Deep within
Face to the sky
Hungering for truth
For peace
Aching for something lost
An empty vessel
Full of want
Full of desire
Craving something so deep
It will never be sated
The ebony darkness
Caresses you
A lover that calls to you
Seductive and false
The moonlight dances
On the scars on your skin
On your psyche
It knows all your secrets
Even the ones
You keep from yourself
The hunger
The void
The vast emptiness
Within you
The one that calls for comfort
In any shape
In any form
The one that keeps
You up at night
Cold sweat on the pillow
The Beast has no name
Knows only it is ravenous
Rapacious
And under the moon
Most powerful
The starlight
Tickles its hunger
For flesh
For the blade
For release
In any shape
By any means
The Void so deep
An abyss in your soul
Nothing fills it
Nothing sates it
No warmth
No heat
Endless longing
Meaningless sounds
Spew forth
Conveying
How voracious
The appetite is
For flesh
For blood
Anything to take the edge off
If only
For the moment
Descent Rising 
Nights are the hardest for me..
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Is seems that time just before falling asleep is when my brain has the most “fun”.
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That and when waking to pee. When younger I slept through the night, but now that I have to get up, my squirrel brain can dig right in depending on what is going on during the day. Sometimes there seems no reason at all! Sometimes it’s a clue something needs tending to.
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