please tell me

these feelings will end

the nameless ones with no face

the terror with no name,

the memories hidden in dreams.

each day they're getting less

losing weight

not getting fed

by my choice.

but still they persist

made a habit

by past munchings

on the tidbits

i threw them

by accident.

as they waste away

i make new creations

in my head

to replace

them.

ones with no relations

who will not check

my past feelings

to make sure they're ok.

new feelings

with the stability to stand

on their own two feet

though young and new.

let them die.

death to the traitors

who took away my life.

i will make new ones to rise again

a resurrection

of the just.