Hunger

I stay hungry where passion leaves me.
Every time I go through it, I come back different.
When I get to the edge, the numbness sets in.
The headaches. The cage around my head.
Then the cravings kick in.
I eat whatever I see.

No matter how hard I try, how much I show,
I cave in.
The mind plays, and I stand at its order.

What would it do to me if there were nothing?
Nothing to consume.
Nothing to chase.
Nothing to fill.

If hunger is all I am,
what happens when there is nothing left to eat?

I took these pictures today, I think they look good.