Fasting is the loveliest sin,
Nirvana emerges from such
Sanctity comes when it's time to weigh in,
Though we know that we weigh far too much.
Holy palmers bowing, hunched,
In front of porcelain gods to pray
Sacrificing breakfast and lunch,
Hoping to fade away.
Jesus Christ Superstar,
Bloody towels wipe vomit and acid
Our holy endeavors can't hide who we are,
Bone cathedrals, no longer placid.
Kneeling in front of providence,
Euphoria soon to begin
All we know is that heaven is near,
Fasting is the loveliest sin.
This is my way of telling you I'm fasting. I'm too sick of my apperance and I'm angry at the way I acted. I gorged myself yesterday. I'm so sick of my body. I'm not done with food, but I am putting off eating for a while. eight days to be exact.
-The Eye Sore
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