Eating disorder

If you could jump in a box

Be defended, like Fort Knox

Live for years safe and sound

But give up, never be found

In a dark cold blooded state

Ask for more, increase the rate

Prisoner of your own being

Thoughts of more your mind be fleeing

But the sadness fills the room

Scared of your intended doom

You cannot move you cannot sleep

You begin to eat and weep

Munching on the filthy junk

Till your box began to stunk

And u stay consume and wonder

‘Bout the meaning of the candor

Outside winds can’t catch you here

But you die in big slow fear

As your heart begins to stop

And your lungs are at their top

You still move your box to shop

Till your box becomes your coffin

And you still crave on that muffin