Bulimic...

Tornados of torment, swirling in my head,

Devouring shadows whispering lies I dread.

A banquet of sorrow, feasting on my fears,

Gorging on the chaos, drowning in my tears.

Crumbling flesh and jagged bones,

In this twisted sanctum, I roam alone.

Rituals of hunger, I know no peace,

In this ravenous cycle, I find no release.

Bulimic, bulimic, choking on despair,

Drowning in the darkness, gasping for air.

A serpent coils tightly, venom in my veins,

Crimson rivers flow as I’m shackled by chains.

Glimmers of hope fade like smoke in the night,

Each bite a betrayal, each purge a lost fight.

Crumbling flesh and jagged bones,

In this twisted sanctum, I roam alone.

Rituals of hunger, I know no peace,

In this ravenous cycle, I find no release.

Bulimic, bulimic, choking on despair,

Drowning in the darkness, gasping for air.

Wretched reflections, a mirror of pain,

Haunted by the echo of what I can’t sustain.

The monster within me, a glutton for blame,

I wear my suffocation like a crown of shame.

Screams of the damned, they claw at my soul,

A banquet of bones, I pay the toll.

Skeletons whispering secrets I dread,

Eclipsed by the nightmares that dance in my head.

Crumbling flesh and jagged bones,

In this twisted sanctum, I roam alone.

Rituals of hunger, I know no peace,

In this ravenous cycle, I find no release.

Bulimic, bulimic, choking on despair,

Drowning in the darkness, gasping for air.

So here I remain, a puppet of fate,

Devouring my demons, it’s never too late.

In this feast of madness, the truth I will find,

Bulimic by nature, forever confined.

Bulimic, bulimic, embracing the night,

Wrestling my demons in a savage delight.

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