Render...because my dear,
you are looking a little downcast
your skeletal figure frail
and the color in your face lost
you said you never felt more alive,
but it was never more out of your hands...
you were always painting with the same shade of gray
you were always setting down the fork,
and pushing the plate away....
immune to satisfaction and voiceless to their reactions
one swallow too many and your hand was on the trigger
you run on empty, full on water and air,
you take delight in a starved state of mind
tears are shade after every bite...and all that
you seek is the beauty under the thick layers
your eyes lust for protruding bones
beneath your clothes
the only thing you crave is a little control
you pray for a day when you can wake up,
look in the mirror...and find peace
