Becoming A Creature Of The Night

Stomach growing menacingly
This hunger screeches
It has been too long
Since anyone spoke of sustenance
Cracked taste buds
Like an infestation of mosquitoes

The sight of bloat
Beyond my mind can stand
Filling the air with the deceased
One's doorway to madness
An oasis of terrible smells

A scream and a sudden drop
It is too difficult to think
With contaminated water available
Famine is only the start
Weak shall succumb
Glazed eyes see
What the nose wishes it could not

No feast
Excruciating hell
With no one capable of helping
It's blood that calls.