Where is that beautified production of a feminine exaggeration?
Has she gone and left me deep beneath the skin?
Perfection is the operative word
All other notions are absurd
And below me

Every bite is another sin
Thats festers from within
And I cannot pretend to have ignored
For they show as the fat upon my abdomen

I long for purity in its truest, simplest form
The art of self-reduction
A fine craft to master
Devoid of joy and laughter
But it is all that I am after

I will give up everything I love
Because I no longer love a thing
I will spend my mindless days
Counting these numbers in many ways
And Knowing deep inside, it's true what they say
"The thinner is the winner"

Oh, to float on clouds and slip
Between the cracks in fences
To be dark as shadow and as light as day
I will be thin even if it kills me
As it is common knowledge I could not care less
If it does