Sitting in front of me

A table

A table full of goods

Everything I could desire

Food

Sweets

Alcohol

Money

I look at the table in disbelief…

How

How

Could I contain myself

Nobody could

Not just me

My mouth…watering

Tingling…

I feel the sensation of the food…

The alcohol…

I stuff my face until I can’t take anymore

Until it physically aches

But…I don’t want to stop…

I eat and drink

Eat and drink

Eat and drink

Eat and drink

Until I collapse to the ground…

The money on the table…still nagging my soul

I grab it…

Thousands upon thousands…

More money than I would ever need

Could ever need

But…who am I to leave it here..?

The money…the fame…

All the women cling to me like a magnet

The money…the fame…the attention

More

More

More

More

More

More

Until…I’ve become a monster

More sex

Money

Food

Alcohol

Attention

Joy

Everything

I

Could

EVER

Want…

But…

I still felt empty

Hollowed out

Distant

Cold

Like I was missing something

I needed…

MORE

_Everything wasn’t enough…_

When would it ever be enough?

That’s the truth.

Nothing would ever be enough

_Everything wasn’t enough._

I stare at a table in front of me…

Everything I could ever _desire_

The woeful_ _tales parents tell their children

They are all wrong.

I will be happy.

Nothing could stop that.

I simply just need **more**.

I look in the mirror

Some people see a pig

A greedy bastard

A victim of consumerism

Society…

I stare at the table again.

Everything I had wanted

No longer satisfied my desires

More

More

More

More

I pleaded

But never enough

_Everything_ wasn’t _enough_.

I began spiraling

Everything.

Wasn’t.

Enough.

Where had the thrill gone

The sex

The money

The fame

The attention

How did this all go to hell so fast…

And it all started

With me

Sitting at a table

With everything I could have ever desired…

Looking in the mirror for one last time all I could see in my reflection…

Of a once dignified person…

Now looking back…

A pig.

_Everything wasn’t enough _