I stand at the cupboard door
Open, close, open, close.
I shed tears,
As shameful as that is,
And bare a hole in my stomach
Though I ate seconds before.
The sad thing is
Is that I keep it down,
I do nothing when I'm done
And I rinse myself of it
I say tomorrow will be different...
Then the gaping comet growls
large in my chest
My belly and my head
One special treat and it'll subside.
Nothing will save me now.
By thirty I'll have consumed it all
I'll be able no longer.
One side of the galaxy is the same as the other - they both die in the same cruel manner.