5st 7lb

Bones speak in lustful talk,
Skin pulled to a painful taunt,
Can you feel the Hunger?
It's making you younger.

It's been days,
Memories are a ghastly haze,
Can you remember the bites?
It won't ever be alright.

And you can't quite comprehend,
This broken end,
Admit to the scale,
you're truly lost and pale.

Losing too fast,
You weren't made to last,
You can't break this habit;
This is your death you inhabit.