Fast Food Death

Fast Food Death

I’m headed towards a fast food death
And my toes have long ago been out of reach
I know every time I feel this self hatred
I wanna shove more food into my body till I explode
I’m headed towards a comfort food kamikaze
Slice my wrists with bacon strips
Gravy pours out and I die in a fattening mess
I wanna purge myself of this bastard shame
I’m headed towards a fast food death
Fried eggs like coins on my closed eyes
In a deep sleep buried in a chocolate casket
I wanna rise zombified and chase chicken wings down the street
I’m headed towards a Twinkie paradise
Cholesterol pills won’t even matter anymore
Doctors don’t really care, seen a thousand like me before
I wanna pill to make my gut implode
I'm headed towards a fast food death
When I walk through the store I feel eyes on my body
And the shame, I wear like cuts inflicted upon myself
I wanna commit suicide via Taco Bell
I’m headed towards a fast food death
Cutting out my tongue is the only solution

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012