Tall and thin,
Bones and skin,
There is a monster
From within.

Pull is to Trich,
As Derm is to pick,
Obsession’s an illness
That can become quite sick.

The devil inside,
Personality divides,
His thirst for blood
The tears you’ve cried.

Throw up the sadness,
Bleed out the pain,
You’ll never accept
You’re merely insane.