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,
In circles constantly consuming,
Conquer and devour.

Cause it's time to bring this fire down,
Bridle all this indiscretion,
Long enough to edify,
And permanently fill this hollow.

Screaming feed me here,
Fill me up again,
Temporarily pacifying.

Feed me here,
Fill me up again,
Temporarily pacify this.