it eats into your soul and wears you thin

it will take you into forever if only you will let it in

it tears your body apart by the godly seams

it’ll take all you know and turn it into worthless dreams

it will destroy your soul, your every word

of course people will notice

but the sounds of their distress will go unheard

you’ll know not the difference between right and wrong

your hell will turn into just a happy song

the song of being thin and life going good

but your tune will soon change

your eyes will turn to shadows

black circles will run underneath them

along with a blank and dead stare

you’ll know in your heart you need help

but there won’t be much room left for you to care

and your killer will then search you

looking for your weakest points

behind the depths of your skin

your killing yourself when really your life has not yet had a chance to begin

and still you’ll walk in beauty, you’ll carry great grace

people will fall before you

swearing they’d give anything just for your beauty, your body, and face

your tear stained blue eyes will show the innocence of your youth

and you’ll run from your troubles

when you could just face the truth

it will be written in your body, it will contaminate your very soul

it will take you, it will eat your body whole

day after day you’ll watch as each pound slips further and further away

you keep saying to yourself that it will run its course

and things will be fine, one day

this curse will get you in its talons

it will take your spirit and heart

it will deprive you of sleep

and yet you’ll never know where to start

but you’ll keep living your life as if you are invincible

when really you are not

you’ll lose your appetite, your stomach will also forget

life will be upturned and hell will come around

you’ll want to die sometimes but your feet wont leave the ground

forever this thing will run its path

until its mission has been done

you wont find a moment of peace

day after day it will run

and finally when its too late

you’ll want to change your past

but life doesn’t work that way

forever this virus will always seem to last

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