Monday, June 3, 2013

Death Walk

It hurts to watch
the silent death walk,
skin spread loosely over bones.

"I'm eating," she claims.
Please don't lie
as you casually kill yourself.
It's like hearing screeching nails on a chalkboard.

The truth will set you free
and reflect light into your empty eyes,
to behold the beauty I see.


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