The Art Of Emptiness

These brittle bones

I aspire to reveal

My flesh so thin

Inspired the appeal

A pack of onlookers

Peek at me sheepishly

The truth is that

They were gazing intriguingly

I dug through images

And loved what I saw

The reflection I witness

Then became the law

It took some time

But I made it happen

At fist it was slow

But I melted in fashion

I cut back even further the results were quite shocking

A little bit more each and every day

Which to my surprise only motivated their gawking

Wasting away while basking in the glow

This existence I sacrificed was all for the show

As my energy faded

I dug in for more

At this point I spent

Most of my time on the floor

As they muttered in awe

I simply assumed

That they deeply enjoyed

What they saw

The flesh just kept falling

Which most found appealing

An abysmal manifestation

Of our infected decaying

Subjective once pristine society

My densest part was the void in my head

An encompassing sense of devastating dread

The simplest of tasks

Remained just out of reach

But that is the outcome

Of the sermon that I have decided to preach

This unnerving lifestyle

Voraciously fed upon

The end was inevitable

But they will certainly say

I was memorable