Undead

Undead, caught between two planes of existence, and the only way to survive is devour another - lapping up every morsel given to me.

Not for gluttony, but by nature.

A curse was laid upon me at the first bite.

The hunger is insatiable, as a plague of parasites consume all my nourishment.

The heart empties as quickly as it fills, more a conduit than a reservoir.

The flesh ages and rots while my mind remains a constant as time slips away.

My eyes have not the decency to diminish though, so I must watch it all fall away.

My stained hands can offer nothing but laced fingers, begging forgiveness as they wring out more life force.