I crave. They can sense it.This needAlmost feels like greed.It’s raw, human and rough.Nothing will ever be enough.So intense it sometimes slips through,Making my cold mask fall,Leaving me bare for them to see allThe void, the darkness.Unrelentless For a moment, they can even hearA voice whispering « come closer, come near ».Mysterious, absolutelyAnd lethal, it might be.It …
