User:Mikoshi/poetry/Dough

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.