Pale Man

At the doorstep, it hung vertical
 No one noticed
 Cold like icicles
 Then a tall man cut down the string and set it free
 He cut another down and set it free
 He cut another down
 He cut so hard, he screamed
 In the closet picking clothes for me
 Nothing pink, though
 It won't fit the theme
 Then a pale man looked sad and had them close my eyes
 He cut another down, and it was me
 He cut another down
 Hunger, it beats you to the line
 Its teeth are chattering
 That little beat skips out of time
 So simple and cold
 He cut another down, and it was me
 He cut another down