Hunger
Hunger. The wrath of the void
Curled up inside a beacon of hope
For silence.
Sizzling Sirloin steak โ medium to rare
I butcher my memories
In favour of voices telling me to move
When the heart only wants
A chair.
Sit.
Sit down. Never move.
Never move again.
The silence in the void
Of penury
After the penny dropped
Skรถll yawned silently
Beneath a shrouded moon,
Driven by desire
To see another day, another way
To make the bacon last
And the hunger
โ a thing of the past.
