A skeletal glory,
So painfully close to me,
The frail bone of my youth,
Whispering sweet beauty in my ear,
The light does but catch the shadows,
Of a delicate figure,
A porcelain goddess,
Yet not so later,
From that mirror encounter,
Envy monsters of a home,
Pile on to me the guilt,
The shame and the mound,
My beauty, sooth white pure,
Does but disappear so quickly,
Bone does hide behind the skin,
A goddess I am are no longer,
Now in darkness I must remain,
The ugly duck, the grotesque fiend,
Devour my tears,
Served up with the blood,
I let pour from deserving veins,
Never let myself forgive,
For I had beauty in my grasp,
And it was so cruelty snatched away,
Now left here in my greasy tomb,
I rot within my blubbery case,
Body cries out for the weight to lift,
To return me to my true form
Once light and weightless,
I stood tall and proud,
Ugly but still, I my waist was small,
Not one roll of blubber,
Covered my pale look,
A frail princess of bone,
I smiled for real,
Yet never again can I have it,
No, not ever will I feel such bliss,
For as long as I lay imprisoned here,
I may never escape the hunger,
Gnawing, clawing from within,
Just let me die,
Rather that than to face another night,
Awakening to this wretched mass,
This pile of fat bursting from seams
No tears may not ease my suffering,
And only blood can make me semi-smile,
No, not food will make me happy once more,
Only the aching pain I rein act,
With the starving of a soul,
Perfection was within my grasp,
And now it seems so far away,
I can’t clutch with my tubby hands,
For skeletal beauty is to thin,
And my hands, too fat,
Don’t make me face another day,
Another hour with my ugly self,
Let me pass on to the beauty,
Let me starve a body already starved of youth,
Silent is my proclamation,
I make tonight, to make myself worthy,
In slow decay of time my body will soon follow,
To again capture the lust for starvation,
And again, set myself free.
