Close Your Mouth

Close Your Mouth. Don't dare say a word.

Your stomach releases a battle cry. You are weak in my eyes.

Young child, this isn't a game. You stepped on a one-way battlefield-now you'll have to pay.

You are now my victim. I can play you in the palm of my skeletal hand.

I'll feast on your starving bones. Make you regurgitate all that you have.

No one will notice the blood on my hands.

I am the addiction. You are the weakness.

I am Lord, Your Highness. You are the cold and weak.

My eyes are a mirror. Take a look at what you see.

You have skin on that bone, here give it to me.

Now, sit down. Let me read you a book,

that's entitled 'The life you're missing

The one that Anorexia took'.

Your friends are too busy having fun.

While you worry and fret.

They're too busy playing in the sun

While you shiver and drown in a fabric sea.

I hope you enjoyed this little chat.

Don't forget the bill.

Yes, starving for beauty has a price.

It could also mean giving up a life.

But that doesn't sound so bad either, does it?

It's all your blame. You stepped on my battlefield homestead.

Didn't you see the graves that were dug in the ground?

I knew all those girls. Starving for perfection.

But there is no blood on my hands.

There is no turning back now.

Start digging your grave.

I Am The Mother Of Anorexia

Sincerely,

The Addiction