Amorphous

April 11th Entry. NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2019. Another reworked oldie.

I am Amorphous
I retain no shape
I listen intently with no ears
and feel no warmth

I am blinded
I was not always this way
I remember my sweet youth
and happiness

I am Soulless
I am barren and bare
I long for bones and flesh
and comfort

I am sickness
I feed on filth
I break the faithful servants
and spit in the face of masters

I am no more