Starving

Your actions resemble those of an animal.  

One that eats its prey, shredding it into pieces until nothing remains.  

But the difference between you and an animal is that you carry on even after there is nothing left.  

You persist as if you had never eaten,  

As if you are still starving,  

Despite all you have dissected, 

Broken and shredded away.  

What is more frightening than a ravenous animal? 

A man who cannot control his lust, his thirst for women. 

A man who one woman should be enough for,  

But cannot be satisfied until he is completely full.  

Just another body added to his list. 

Where is the limit? 

Is there one? 

When will you ever be full enough? 

Will you ever be?