He, Moon

by Occult Fan

Who are you?

are you real enough?

I am not the person I woke up as this morning

Where is he

I like him

I want to be come him

to have his ideas, his strength, his candor, his mercy

to not feel this thin face

long fangs

sharp teeth

holy incisors bearing maliciously down upon the prey I feel to be incarnately mine to deserve to feed upon

feed

I will feed

consume

all

I am not the person I woke up as this morning

when will I be him again

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