As I stare into the dough
As I stare into the dough,
It eats at me
And I realize it consumes me,
I am a prisoner to its charm.
But I cannot look away,
It binds me in its arms.
With its round eye in mine,
I hate it for the pain it caused.
I am dead without it.
There is not place to run.
Hunger comes,
And I am tortured once again.