Hunger consumes this wasted body
A man of skin stretched o’er his bones
Food becomes ash with each bite taken
Yet onward play the drones

Poisonous sip – no: reckless draught
Partook the man once of desire
Flooding his veins so sick with hate
He’s left with naught but ire

Love was a game
Love was a ploy
Love was a trap with bait

Hate is a cure
Hate is a curse
Hate begets only hate

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