Retrograde.
I’m starving.
There’s something missing I can’t reveal.
Thick fumes of nostalgia in the air,
I refuse to inhale the deception,
the longing of what was,
the fake reality my mind has created.
I’m starving.
Hunger pangs jabbing my insides.
Feed me.
Feed me what I need, what I desire.
Memories of a time I want to forget
wrap it’s arms around me, cuddles me
whispering sweet lies to my soul.
Please feed me.
I’m starving.
Feed me, before my mind betrays me
yet again. Before my heart shrivels and hardens
Before my soul dies.
Feed me.
Please feed me.
