Relentless

A void bellows where my sense used to be, compulsion to slip pound coins into slots, an urge to consume much voraciously. What once I did, I must strive now to not, snatch from false hungers a life that will sate compulsion to slip pound coins into slots. When will the aching abyss, fade, abate, how can this soul, macerated amend: snatch from false hungers a life that will sate? Stricken, panicking child splashing deep end, kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap, how can this soul, macerated amend? I search for some tool, some bright cage to trap jagged brutality, parasite bile; kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap. Bone-tired, I go on to next battle, while a void bellows where my sense used to be: jagged brutality, parasite bile, an urge to consume much voraciously.