The delicious hunger fills me up with hollowness and pleasurable pangs, confusion centers my mind and dizziness gives me strength. Eat my feast of salad and daintily slam a gallon of water, oops to much, better pay homage to my god and sacrifice my meal. So weak after my offering, I had better run a mile. Aching knees tell me that I'm winning this game. Up all night pacing with wild thoughts and jitters sleep is for the weak. Throat so raw I can hardly speak, silence is my ally and works better than the lies.