Numbers consume me
Day and night,
As I fight for perfection
With goals in sight.
Nothing in today,
Nothing in tomorrow,
Feeling light as ever
Without emotional sorrow.
Soon it'll be over
When all is dark and still.
I'll see bones and flesh,
And it will kill.
Maybe then I'll be happy,
Maybe then he'll want me,
When I am just like her,
Made of nothing but a small number.
