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Food goes down my system;


I feel it spread across
I feel it go through
Black, red and blue 


Bruises fill my back
And slashes feel my finger tips 
My thighs are battered and my ass is scorn


Food goes down my system. 


"Look", I said to me
"Look", I said again
"Look", I screamed at me
And back at me I swore out loud. 


I am a mute and I have been a perish


Rotten and sown back together;
As my head hurts the pillow


Food goes down my system. 


Doesn't make much sense now does it. 
Does it even fit?
Can you take that lift and make it scare a gift?


It takes a lot of energy to lift, 
Especially because the world turns so rapidly. 


As I go to take it up, I trip and fall and make one last call. It was me. I made it. Was it heavy? 
Nope I got it. 


Food goes down my system.