It is on this day
The eve on the 'morrow
that my insatiable hunger cannot be satisfied
It is on this night
on the early morn' of a new dawn
that i am at a lack of devices that could stop my yearn'
Yet with my lack of conviction I find
that in debt and loss I can begin to breath
a new wave of emptiness can be considered a blessing
When gluttony can only fill you up with unease