Love Poem, No. 2

I think about you every second I'm awake
And most of the seconds I'm not.
Demonic possession, huh?
The Devil has all the...soundtrack of my life.
Who'd have thought my head could be so 'roomy'?
No vacancies this season.

Me+One.
My stomach caves in.
And when I send food spelunking,
I'm still hungry for more.
Is it protein deficiency - I opted vegetarian
So we'd have more to share - or love?

To care about someone
Other than myself so completely
Could be a death sentence for the ego.
Lube the chair, don the mask,
Prepare to harvest mandragora
Like it were all/every soul(s). I'm ready.

And I'm pro-life, alright?