Food For Thought

Do I scare you with what I offer?
Reading your thoughts like an open book,
Afraid to ponder giving me that weird look,
I laugh at you wickedly,
Do not cry for it does nothing to me,
Do not beg for I have seen it a thousand times,
You offer me everything to let you be,
But I decline for you have become a part of me,
I hear your screams throughout the night,
But should I care?
Hell no,
You are nothing to me but a chow,
I feed on your thoughts to keep me filled,
But now that you have nothing more to offer,
You shall be wiped out just like the others.

(11900033)   Copyright ©08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria