(Cult to live inside one, to have one, breathe one).

Hunger finds us, the dream, it haunts me. I feel neglected. Strange.
Tears poured out of me, the day I died. The day I feared. The day the truth was no longer hidden.
The abyss has left me needy, quavering with thirst. I don't feel pain any more, but I need it so.
The time when I last felt pain was the time I stood on the earth tearing my heart out. Over a lost love or
the illusion of that fact.
I was alone, or so I thought. I never realised it was not true.