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Nothing is ever satisfies when that nothing is the beast inside it consumes and feasts but nothing has a taste it’s all like so much blood and unremarkable waste - I remember to feel my face to rouse me from this incessant lapse of reason - why must I always feel that demon - clawing - goring my insides rearing he way through all the good and consuming and feast on all the fears I try to hide growing stronger - his power, it’s power - her power - I’m left powerless - yet I can’t digress - I stand firm and protect the love in my chest - the beating pounding warmth in my breast - where all thoughts and memories reside of her the love I could never hide - the dream he can always try - but my love he will not divide - it’s all that matters it’s freedom to me - it’s us as one - finally whole - so I let him eat on my innards - and feast on my flesh - but my love I protect with a love that is strong