Hungry

Big teeth, little faces, wide open mouths.

Such a strange predicament, without a doubt.

What to do when all you see, are the poor and hungry?

Starving cat, and the black rat staring vehemently.

You a road sparse and scorched

Broken down and lipped away, kicking around like it's the only sound?

Empty road, trash abundantly there.

You can go and you can find.

No way out from nowhere.

What to do if you are lost in a sea of tragedy?

Hungry faces, in lost places.

those memories tend to fade.

What do you when the grey bird doesn't sing?

What you do when there's only what the madness brings.

Red forests, and blackened trees.

What do you when you are hungry?

Sit is the shallows of the water deep.

Hold your breathe till you can't make a peep.

Purple vibrantly shoulders the sun.

Wonder whether I nearly gone.

Can't I wait for tomorrows stand.

Maybe we can go hand in hand.

Or does the insanity consume?

Cause I'm staring to get hungry for you.

Vibrant flowers in the field.

Littered with a sort moisture.

Pretty flowers littered there.

Empty house, empty chair.

Smile with the roses.

Lie down with sheep.

Close so softly.

Don't say a peep.