Hunger, every being feels some form of it.

Whether the living or the dead, the hunger persists.

Whether hunger for food or the flesh, power, energy or something else entirely, all beings are plagued and blessed by it.

Hunger is what drives us to live...to survive……... whether you want to or not.

Some find it a gift, others a curse. Like how light casts a shadow, hunger is a pain, a discomfort you wish to be rid of, but it is that pain which makes the first bite of your meal so satisfying, blissful.

That, of course, is only if you can satisfy it, your hunger, your urge.

Those who cannot wallow in that despair without respite; tortured by the very urges that wish to prolong life.

To Hunger is to suffer

To Hunger is to Live

To Hunger is to Die

To Hunger is to Kill

My life …….all my lives, have more than most revolved around this urge.

I am cursed by it, plagued by a savageness, my hunger ever-increasing…... but it is also this curse which helped me survive, and live how I choose. Many would give all they have for what I have gained.

I don’t know if I should be grateful?

But these thoughts are redundant, unnecessary.

I am as I am, and this Hunger is me.

The base of my soul, my existence, can never change..

…..believe me i’ve tried.