DESPERATE FALLING TEARS OF OBLIVION

As I sit here, watching the cracks along the wall, with it's own cacophony of bugs crawling in and out of this godforsaken household, I think to myself, "how alone can alone truly be?"
And my own inner demon answers, "lonely."
I look up. Wondering. Waiting. And then I see it.
I see that wonder.
The burger.
The juicy.
The delicacy.
The bun-y wonder that is a burger.
The burger in front of me that my mother so lovingly placed before me. It was befitting of torture.
Why?
My mind, dead as usual, awakens. I stretch out to reach the fluffy buns of redemption. I back my hand away silently.
I couldn't.
So I sit, thinking to myself, the tortures of the world, of my soul, of those tears of damnation that always run across my barren soul, and my spirit cries out, cries out from pure oblivion, from that total loneliness that is life:
"Why, oh why, did I have to go on a diet?"