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.