Shrink To Fit

In terms of math, a case of self - reduction,
mass escapes and the skin loosens.
Skeleton's coming to the surface
I fade to nothing.

The mark was set
the goal is now unending.
160, yet at 126 here I am
and shrinking.

Six feet 'till the destination
shrink to fit  I'll be home soon.
The body eats itself
I'm a deflating balloon.

I've been free from the poison
blameless are the chemicals.
Can't tell if this is sickness
but the end's intentional.

Nicotine respirations
caffeine for nutrion.
We're all just walking corpses
and if I've a soul, who needs this skin?

Days or weeks I don't remember
menu remains the same
snake eats its tale
life returning from where it came.

Plates of heaping nothings
a self destructive appetite.
Shrink to fit, I consume myself
and become my s**t.