The Hollow

Run desire run this sexual being run him like a blade to and through the heart no conscience one motive to cater to the hollow...
screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungering...
so grow libido throw dominoes of indiscretions down falling all around in cycles circles constantly consuming, conquer and devour...
it's time to bring this fire down bridle all this indiscretion long enough to edify and permanently fill this hollow
feed me fill me up again temporarily pacifying
feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungering...