Beating Rhymes in my Headphones

Ana

Plainly Jane complexion from a dirty savage swine,
I walk along a trickled stream to merely pass the time.
All my soul of uttered sores adorn my weary face,
Nothing but talking voice that whispers, "I'm the way."

Ana creeps within my bones along a flight of stairs,
A solemn stench that rattled out that merely roams the air.
Mia wakes up from her grave in efforts to endorse
My frailly shaking body and recessive rotting core.

And flames engulf my skin that now dissolves the earth like snow
To what was plain amid all nothing but a boring show,
Enduring pain within my vague and curtly sound implore
To what I now enact upon despite the only cure.

Whitened skull from deep within protrudes my lack of face,
Within the depth of my despair and acting wars of shame.
Filing down until I am a mere-some pile of bones
Until there's nothing left except my deadly shaking groans.

The earth subsides and all I see's a magic sparkling light,
Something there inside the moon in lightning darkened nights.
I see descending down from blue, a white and puffy cloud,
Nothing else about the sky or anything around.

Starving pulls my life along a strictly rising slope,
To what I want and where I've been from where I want to go.
But now I see my life is great at lowly seven-five.
Nothing will complete the way I strongly feel inside.

Ana closes in on me within my rocking life
To nothing I will fail to see or stop amid my sight.
Nothing fools this shallow life, this skeleton of bones
Always will I aim to die whenever there is hope.

Ah, the scale that tells my worth amid the rise and fall.
No one will not ever understand the way call
The lowest weight that's ever touched my body's clammy form
To nothing that will ever weigh unlike that weight before.

Never will I weigh a cent a second in my life
That caused my outer sad, embellished, past-inductive strife.
To what I know and what I think and what I've done and said.
Never will I stop the curse: eternal living death.