Figment

A figment of my imagination.
The muse of my thoughts.
Inspiration filling my soul.

Your voice trickles through me.
Torturous whispers in my mind.
Scorched words and bloody promises.

Dripping words like honey.
A tongue laced with need.
You quench my thirst.

Now nothing.
Complete silence.
Sadness copulates with frustration.

With balled fists I demand.
Through clenched teeth I scream.
Reveal yourself to me!

Can you not hear me?
Do you not see?
You've become my habit, my drug!

Fill me then bleed me.
Steep me in your flavor.
Feed my hunger.

Let me overflow.
Thoughts catch in my throat.
Words pour from my fingers.

My imagination.
My muse.
My insanity.