A
plague affecting both men and women in our modern society. Anorexia,
Bulimia, self-harm, etc. have proved to be demons in my life and I am on
a mission to exploit them, for cathartic reasons.
I’m drizzled on the food you eat,
Proud owner of your intrusive thoughts
those nights you can’t sleep.
I’m am the jeans that pinch your thighs;
I’m the prick stabbing your aching, shallow mind.
Dragging my serrated nails like a child drags a stick on
a fence;
I bellow threats of abandonment and pain
While whispering chants of insanity.
“Do your heart strings break from my monumental strain?”
Let’s find the source of your happiness,
so I can pick it apart like a vulture.
Oh, and don’t worry,
I will never leave you,
darling,
I live inside your head.
We have an eternity to play
‘Building-yourself-up’;
So I can knock you down again.
