The Thread

It comes and it goes,
the craving,
the woes.

It stays here for days,
the madness,
the craze.

It deepens the blade,
the wound
that's self-made.

It makes it bleed more,
red staining
the floor.

It rips thread after thread,
the hunger's
been fed.

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