Slowly eroding,

Depleting and lacking,

Fear evident, plastered upon my features,

I lean in closer, not willing to consent to living a life of despondency, 

Even if I was neglected by society.

Unable to look away from deaths gaze,

I analyze his orbs and find myself staring at my own reflection,

My thin bones are masked with a tight layer of skin,

My stomach closes in as if the edges of my ribs were a repellent,

My face is pale and epitomizes no esprit...

The rumbling of my stomach knocks me out of my hypnotic state,

I lick my lips one last time,

Savoring the sweet taste of life.