The Untitled Dread

Yesterday,

My feeding began and so has my decay. My mind could no longer safely exist, since my body could no longer bear the weight of my hunger.

Today,

My hunger burns, I deserve it, I always have.

Tomorrow,

The hunger is all I will have, I will feed off of the guilt that will be lavishly imposed on such a despised creature as I.

Yesterday,

I was no longer hungry, but content. Yet time is my enemy.

Today,

Time diminishes  the flow of guilt into my starving form. For in my retched mind my guilt slowly turns into acceptance. I will succumb such trifles.

Tomorrow,

I will become starved of such nourishment I desire.

Yesterday, 

Guilt has dried its succulent form inside me, I hunger once more.

Today,

The feast has begun, but so has time. It will not be long before I hunger again for the sweet nourishment that is my punishment.

Tomorrow, 

I will become numb to such nourishment that I experienced. I must experiment, I must feed.

Yesterday, 

My mind had accepted such rituals and was forced to despise these actions. I had failed.

Today,

life itself feeds on my existence, there is not time.

Tomorrow,

I will be lost. I will be empty.