Magdalena the sinner
In this darkness, this void which is filling my head
My senses are fixed on the frame by the bed.
Magdalena the sinner is drying her eyes,
In the picture you drew which keeps telling me lies
The TV is on but dust covers the screen,
The voice from the speaker is setting the scene.
The man of the match is the man of the year,
And the man of my dreams has not yet found me here
My skin is chewed, my nails ripped to the quick
My cheeks sunken and charred, my mind twisted and sick.
But this hollow shell still houses my brain,
Anorexia biting and clutching in vain.
Weeks days and months fade to grey in my head
But the seconds I count with each tear I shed.
Nothing and nothing but nothing is wrong
I try to do nothing but it's taking too long.
Copyright 1998 by _sPiDerBaBy_
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