Thin, gaunt and brittle,
eyes blue, blood begins to trickle.

Fingers stained by cigarettes and dirt,
Self inflicted malnourishment,
your body hurts.

Mind like a spiderweb,
you're trapped inside,
destined to die there,
until the end of time.

you're beautiful,
a delight to the eyes.

However, it's miss leading.
i saw you on the pavement bleeding,
sickened by the thought of eating.

Starve again, day by day,
until any weight fades away.

Using drugs as a way to lose weight,
as well as using them to keep your mind straight,
there's nothing left of you,
the pain has become you,
you'll die in this state,

*it will be your fate.