Everyday my heart
would ache...

Destruction rode in on studded wings,
grasping my hand tight...

Obesity
annorexic...

My heart was torn
my looks everso forlorn...

My mood is
black as night...

The blood trickled down
my arm...

Broken and shattered
torn and tattered...

Walking a lonely path
a path of pain and destruction...

Dark clouds float above me
i can no longer see...

Spiraling downward
into a dark abyss...

Let me breath teh musty air
of death...

Traces of blood
on my sleeve...