My Keeper keeps me hungry
She keeps me in my place
Her iron will of self control
is etched upon Her face

I know my Keeper loves me
She dulls the pain inside
Where thoughts of death and sadness were
My meal times now reside

My Keeper is a skeleton
My Keeper worships bone
And all my youth and beauty
is from Her on short-term loan

I will obey my Keeper
To see the smile on Her face
I'm empty now, but She fills me up
With silence, strength and grace




I wrote it this morning. It's the first thing I've seriously written in soo long. I hope you all like it