To want is a curse.

But to **_need_** is even worse.

A touch of lust

Comes from the bitter cup.

But it was just water.

Turned to dust.

A hunger to be seen.

To be heard.

Did you expect a reward?

To finally feel full?

Hyperventilating on greed.

A losing world.

A dying weed.

Takes its last breath.

To be wrapped in a swaddling cloth,

Or a warm hug.

An embrace.

That crushes you like a bug.

To need is nothing more than a want.

Look between the lines as you read.

A need will always kill you.

To become gaunt.