the spy--the attempt of a villanelle

This hunger is the writhing, insatiable thirst of men.
There is no escape;
It's always sneaking in.

It pulses through my veins and the blood of my kin,
My mind is left agape,
This hunger is the writhing, insatiable thirst of men.

Power is a sin--
a sin that haunts everyone in its wake;
It's always sneaking in.

There are no limits of where its been.
There's nothing left to take.
This hunger is the writhing, insatiable thirst of men.

Failure is unacceptable within.
Everything is at stake.
It's always sneaking in.

No one lends a helping hand.
A void, an abyss, an emptiness shake, shake, shake.
This hunger is the writhing, insatiable thirst of men;
It's always sneaking in.