Unknown

So very lost I am in this desolate waste land of uncertainty and desperation.
Like a hungry beast scrambling for decaying scraps.
Starving and thirsty with eyes caked shut with mud and sand.
Multiple mirages of hopes and dreams spinning and spinning in minds eye.
Reaching out with bare instinct unable to respond to threat or salvation.
Senses befuddled with sweet sounding, succulent tasting, heavenly smells of death.
Change. Fear. Caged.
Subservient to a task master universe wishing only to drive it's captive to its knees.
Humiliation resonating from the laughing call of gulls over head.
Even that a glimmer of sick hope.
Open water near but unknown.
And then behind, gone, lost.
Crawling through rocks to shed skin layer after layer.
Feeling the same, looking the same, sounding the same.
No change.
Nothing better underneath.
Rolling in mud, sand, mulch, anything.
To simply change.
To be more is to ask too much.

The Beast

Desolation desolation
spinning starving
hunger hunger
thirsting thirsting
hopeless dreams
dying dying
dead.

There's a shadow creeping
in the deepest parts of mind
rearing its ugly head to light
in the space between wake and slumber

Haunted haunted
heaving hunting
dark dark
twirling twirling
death is change
quickly quickly
gone.

There's a smile in the depth
eyes aglow in lust
laughing softly against sweet skin
consumption is soon coming

Finished finished
ending eating
power power
laughing laughing
satisfied now
sleeping sleeping
grinning.

There's a body to the shadow now
whole and complete
flexing in ecstasy against the dark
it has arrived.

The beast