• {Let me know if reading isn't enough and you want to hear it, too. I'll post the link.}

    Hello. My name is Hunger, and... I am a whore.

    I think I've seen many of you here before.
    Allow me to explain:

    When the land kisses the sunlight and evening is replaced by night,
    Men often call upon me and say: Hunger, I am lonely. Hunger, I was mistreated, Hunger won't you come and please me so that I have something to believe in?
    My question is this: Don't you ever tire of being hungry?
    Don't...you ever tire of being hungry?
    Don't you ever tire of being hungry?!!
    Don't you call me in the middle of night!
    Men like you, are the reason Daddy left mommy!
    Men like you, are the reason little boys and little girls go missing!
    And I... I carve cavities into the bloated stomachs of teenaged mothers,
    And I, turn teenaged boys into fathers,
    So maybe, we're both to blame and,
    Maybe, we're the same but,
    Men like you!... Men like you are hungry, because someone never filled you entirely and completely with Love.
    Oh yes, that delectable, changeable, misleading little thing called Love.
    He isn't here, but he should be.
    He's just as infectious as me!
    But for some reason,
    Men are more likely to call upon me,
    Because I give them what they crave,
    Not what they need...
    I fulfill their desires for the time being see,
    My name isn't love.
    And I suppose it's not really hunger, either.
    Allow me to reintroduce myself...
    Hello, my name, is lust.