i like to take the flesh off of my bones when I’m all alone, from my fingertips to the bottom of my toes.
because the skeleton inside me is so easy to be, just a vein ridden free standing structure of bones.
some people just like to unwind, but they should really try to just be lucid all the time.
i’ve been living my life covered in skin, why should I hide what lies within.
the beautiful bones need to be shown, instead of being hidden inside and left all alone.
rotting flesh left to decay,
but stays another day – attached to me.
tell me your tales
tell me how you travelled the galaxy
lost your lover under the dark sky
how she’ll never see the light again
where did you go
and why are you so far
away from me now
always being so coy and droll
catch you sighing in the dark
forwarding declarations of your heart
i heard about the news
how it tore her strength and life apart
you held her hand and felt her heart
beating to the rhythm of your tears
the disease spreading it’s fear
the day you told me
there was no spark
trembling hands missed the mark
from embraces in the hall
to awkward glances in the fall