Skin

Won’t you tell me about your story?

The story behind that skin of yours

So thin and pale

Your veins, protruding

Transparent that your flesh shows

I can see through your skin

Hollow figure

Hollow eyes

Still glistening

Shadows arising

Feeding on whatever they can find

Won’t you tell me about your story?

And the way you rub your arms?

The way you hug yourself so tight,

Feeling your body, crushed!

Your windows are hollow

Your corpse is hollow

Your soul is hollow

And that glisten died

Before the shadows there was life

And skin so thick that endured a lot

But look what you ended up like…

A beautiful face with an empty smile

Twenty three year old and done with life

It’s been so long that I lost my path

And my skin, too thick grew too thin

That it left me exposed till when I die

Although I feel already dead

Others say otherwise

It is over now, it was over then

This skin is swarming with lies