Hunger.
That's what shook me to my bones.
I crave for him
And yet he's nowhere to be found.
Trapped from my one desire.
A horror without a haunt
Left to feed off the scraps from my colleagues.
Unsatisfying. Empty.
Hungry.
But then, by chance
I came upon that maze, that hall.
And met the one who bears my face.
With flesh, not glass.
Oh, how long has it been since I've seen that face with flesh,
And I Hunger for it.
I know this is not him.
A copy of a copy.
Yet the closest this world can give.
A substitute. An alternative.
That's who looked at me,
And I was going to savor it.