Fat Goth Poetry

I venture forth burning with a terrible need

I hunt the night seeking my prey

Darkness is all around matching the shades in my soul

Why I am I driven thus

Why does this need drive me

Why must I hate myself so

I see it there my hunt nears its end

I can taste my prey

My mind rebels while my body hungers.

I curse thee White Castle

I curse my father for introducing you to me

I curse you alcohol for clouding my mind an waking this hunger

Once again the late night menu calls to me

Once again I will devour what I know will harm me

Once again my beast rules me.

Damn this weakness

Damn the Crave.

I am assailed by your sweet voice promising paradise but delivering hell

You tempt me when I am week and then cause me agony when I succumb

I curse you Food court, you vile den of temptation and inequity.

Why can I not stand against your sirens song.

Your beautiful pale exterior hides a biting sour filling

I curse you Lemon Meringue you are two faced like all of my other so called friends.

Skin glistening with anticipation.

Quivering with incipient delight.

I long to pierce you and sate my need

Pudding.

Glistening in the harsh sun

Sweat mingles tempting on my brow

A promise of sweet temptation

Orange Chicken is my lover

Red runs like blood

The silver knife cuts deeply

Cheesecake

Soft white pressed on hard black

The heat of the joining melts; slowly twining

Smores are my sin