Death's Ode: Anorexia

A poem written in Death's point of view. On Anorexia

From now until eternity, thy soul shall be mine
I will infest thine head with my evils
Thy thinkest that thou art ugly and fat
Thine friends knowest that these are my lies
Thy doth not
Food is thy enemy, not I
It sickens thou to eat
Thou thinkest that thou art fatter after a single bit
Thine stomach growls
To thee 'tis a victory cry
I hath planted hatred of thyself in thy bones
Thou cans't escape thy curse
Thou art vain, foolish mortal
Thy body withers away
All for the sake of thy beauty
Thou art a skeleton
Thy soul shall mine be
Thou art but mortal
Thy must die
And once they body hath be burried, 
underneath the moist soil,
The thou art truly mine
Thine soul is not thine, but mine
May the fires of my world engulf thou
A welcome relief to thou it shalt be
To sufferest no more from mine infestation

Author's Note

I'm not really sure what I think about these poems yet. It's just something I came up with in the middle of class.

Reviews

[Charlie]

Some good sentiments if that is the word. It has promise. Taking on a dark subject like anorexia is risky, but this poem seems to have the right gravitas. Could use a rewrite maybe.

[nothingbutthetruth]

uhhh its a bit boring cus of how u put it out but the words r good ox