Hunger

How can I explain this? I'm out, I'm done, I don't want to go on. You're words have lefty a dirty taste in my mouth. Yet I am hungry for more. I haven't filled my body in so long, I just need something to satisfy my hunger. Overfilled and over satisfied, I lay on the floor. Wishing the though never came to mind. Nothing left to do but reject you completely. You have satisfied my hunger with nothing but poisin.