It’s happening again,
Fear stabbing to the core,
I feel as though I’m hollow,
But wait, there is more.
I spent a lot of money,
On something I didn’t need,
If they knew, they wouldn’t let me,
Fill the hunger I must feed.
This hunger never really sated,
Just quieted for a time,
Comes roaring back to taunt me,
Can’t even spend a dime.
Being an impulse buyer,
Bought something with a card,
Fear stabbing even deeper,
To replace it will be hard.
They took away my means to spend,
Cutting up my cards,
To live my life until the end,
Will definitely be hard.
– van –
Through The Clouds 