The shame gets to me, creeping
guilt is killing me slowly, ever so slowly.
Bigger, bigger Purging the pain
Smaller, smaller, I'm going insane.
A ring is my net, Two fingers a gun,
Shoot me, I ask, Turning to dust.
Smaller to skinny, bones into nothing,
I beg you to save me, for death is
creeping slowly, ever so slowly,
toward me.