I used to have feelings
but after enough pain
I acquired a hunger
It began simple enough
I swallowed my hatred
Drank my despair
Gnawed on my hurt
When those were all gone I devoured my joy
my passion
my excitement
I then turned my sights outward and consumed television shows
I ripped through comics
Tore apart films
I shredded into books
Masticated bits of ideas and dreams falling from my gnarled, drooling lips
But the hunger never abated. The constant flow of detritus only staved it off temporarily. It always returned with more force. I was starving for something to fill the evergrowing pangs inside me. I ate of the hard sciences, the soft sciences, mathematics, geometry, algebra, calculus, particle physics, astrology, chemistry, geometrodynamics... but the void only deepened within me.
I bit savagely into the arts. Choked at the unchewed musical meat I forced down my throat. I hunted them down and took more than my fill. I vomited upon paper and scarfed it back down. I sliced steaks out of my imagination. Minced my hopes, and grated my dreams.
I cut into my friends. First, one at a time. Then whole swarms of them. My mouth a swirling vortex of blades. I consumed them all. Then my world, the light, the darkness, even the nothingness that was left behind until there was naught left but me and my hunger.
