naoki675

I think you’d find it funny, What I see through my own eyes, Smirking back triumphantly, in a bloated body disguise, Great rolls of fat climb high upon, the multitudinous of flesh, Much like the carcasses of the ever growing dead, And yes I’d find it funny, to see through your own eyes, Such sullen cheeks of bitterness, gazing back in mock surprise, The calories still shedding, Result in bones sickly grotesque, This never ending story of anorexia in your head.