You are what you eat.

This tattered omega reaches,
And doesn't know how to live,
For..
The beautiful while elephant,
That watches failures lace the door.

My love, you are a cold night wind,
Still posing as a cloudy sky.
You take my hand and take my breath,
While I'm here never knowing why.

A little lamb, a little lost...
But running fast on broken feet.

You should know dear, not to play such games,
With still alive and aching meat.