Exposure At It's Best.

Streaking through my veins
The snakebite strikes again.
Breathing life into me,
Lighting my flickering candle again.

Philosophy is gone
This living venom is all I need
Head back, lips parted
This sensation feeds my hunger.

Eyes crossed, body tired
The venom coarses; slowing within me
Another night spent with this ignorance
but my hunger is, for now, satisfied.

Crumpled on the carpet
Head throbbing weakly
Left alone, again with the remnants of my poison
And tomorrow i'll be bitten again.