Diet of Strange Places

Starving, I've got this hunger

Growing from deep within

Carving an internal thunder

Oh, a craving that wears me thin.



Well, it's hard to ingest

So many faces

I get my fill but still those passersby

Leave me empty on a diet of strange places.



It all should enhance my senses

Tell me why does the spice of loneliness

Seem all but tasteless and lays there

To haunt me from inside and leaves me.



Many a trap

Are set and baited

From tension

Of temptation of the game

But ones who are fed

Are those who waited

Takes

Leaves it curbed and tame

Only time'll find me home and safely set

But until that time I'll remain...