Imprisoned
Cold icy wind blows over my gray and pale skin.
Demons finally corrode the sense of life. They make me weak,
Anorexia is my creed
My whole and restrained existence is one great painful trim.
I sit down. The meadow saffron's are there, like every
year. Why couldn't I fade away?
Loosely I've nothing to do, without waiting for the depressing
syndrome.
It will come. I know, cause Anorexia is a unity with my own.
Anorexia is stronger than the strongest faith, stronger than
the strongest prayer.
There's nothing which lets me smile or cry,
Only restrainment, leafless trees, Anorexia and my wish to
die
Oh I need and love you so!
Anorexia my hopeless hope, you can not go.
Nobody is able to give me hope,
Without Anorexia, even when her price is high,
It's much cheaper than the price I have to pay when I die
Silently Anorexia is complacent, stony and mortal cold, she
and I won't grow old.
I'm imprisoned in my anorexic world of total restrainment.
Equal I'll love her until there's only bone.
Equal if her love makes me bent.
She's my obsession. I've no force to torn.
Anorexia you suck me strikingly from my mind,
You're going to make me emotionally blind.
In a nightly 'n emotionally dead atmosphere I see all this
hopeless life, my life, clearly sober,
Anorexia, my incurable love, you won't go over.
Depressingly and anorexically I'm waiting for the
fearless undated liberation from this pain.
Anorexia, you're my metaphorical answer - I don't
understand,
Otherwise you're my only friend.
Is my daily dead your blame?
David
