Garfield Missing Someone

Consumption

So it's stupidly hot here in Peterborough, 23 currently at 1 am. Although nothing like what Winnipeg is having thankfully

 

But since it's too hot to sleep I wrote a poem. It's called Consumption.

Consume.

Consume.

All you do is consume.

Full stop.

You ate everything in sight.

Tore the world apart 

looking for that sweet taste.

Destroyed everything you'll need

Need tomorrow when the sun rises.

Or did you think 

you could stop that too?