Empty Addiction

It started with a thought - a solitary lie. Cunning in it's deceit, no freedom, lest I die. No normal pangs of hunger - gorging beast within my face. Heaving it up in sacrificial abjure, a rejected fall from grace. An act of complete surrender - heavy pressure in my chest. The beat continues beating; Yet I fear it will arrest. Mirrors turned to enemies; A smile turned to grief. A day without ingestion becomes a dangerously sweet relief. Abandoning dreams to disappear - affliction taking hold. Imperfection sought to fix, with restricted weight controlled. It started with a thought - a solitary lie. Cunning in it's deceit, no freedom, lest I die.