Food to my mouth is like nightmares crawling up my throat
I try to swallow but my mind forces me to choke
Like pouring filth into the gap between my lips,
This won't feed any kind of hunger, but only make me sick
The dark creatures reside in my brain
They claw at the back of my throat and make me afraid
Fear tickles my spine and makes my stomach twist
I wouldn't bring it back up, but the demons insist
So to the bathroom I run, with horror on my mind
Push the toothbrush down my throat until the peace I find
My reflection stares back. Sullen red eyed and sad.
The guilt hits me hard and now I feel bad.
I guess I'll try again tomorrow. To feed myself this rot.
Maybe it's just a phase I'm going through... but I think it's probably not.
