Starving.

The skies scream out for my blood.
The earth starves for my flesh.
Rushing that feeling…of living on borrowed time.
I am still a far excuse away from feeling good again.
We’re both protecting our hearts like a safety deposit box.
But my key just broke.
And neither one of us can afford a fucking locksmith.
I’m envious of those bitter angels of the night.
Streaming light from skin still going unbroken.
They’re damned.
And I am stretching my arms out to them.
But not reaching far enough.
To satisfy my growing hunger.