“Nervosa Has Me, Anorexia”
I have him.
A symptom, maybe, that pills can’t take care of
and even if they could I wouldn’t come near them.
He wouldn’t agree.
I wouldn’t agree.
I would consider putting my animal away
and lock him up in a cage, ready to
violently be turned to the next page.
But see, this is how it goes in my book.
Rage.
I’ve summoned him and am now a bitter foe.
I fight and urge for him to let me go.
I’ll stand a chance and I’ll fight till I know that
this beast has constricted his hold on me; completely and utterly,
taken over all of control.
Rage.
I have spawned him.
The beauty and the ugly, to say the least.
He is my Wretched one.
Hungry and starved,
ready to eat pieces of me.
By piece.
And by pieces of me.
Rage.
I’ve summoned him and am now a bitter foe.
I fight and urge for him to let me go.
I’ll stand a chance and I’ll fight till I know that
this beast has constricted his hold on me; completely and utterly,
taken over all of control.
And all I have to do is give him the “go.”
I’m ready for you and your certainly way past your due, Wretched.
I’m ready for you and this is your cue, Wretched.
I’m ready for you, Wretched.
I’m waiting for you.
Rage.
I’ve summoned him and am now a bitter foe.
I fight and urge for him to let me go.
I’ll stand a chance and I’ll fight till I know that
this beast has constricted his hold on me; completely and utterly,
taken over all of control.
I wake up to the sun and it’s a beautiful one,
oh yeah,
it’s a beautiful one.
I look down and search for the damage I know that he has done, but
I am blinded by this beautiful sun.
You’ve beat me once more, last night, and I’m sure this is not the end of our endless fight.
I don’t let my eyes wonder to the body that I know you’ve done right because
I know you’ve done right.
I rise.
I’m ready to fight our fight.
And I’ll do it again,
night after endless night.
But, if you ever leave, Wretched.
If you ever leave…
