Skeletal

Skeletal







And these walls come tumbling down

ebbed away by this need to speak; concealed

venture forth from reclusive calm

display to all my true face, revealed.

All these safeguards have failed me now

tattered remnants of emotion laid out bare to see

bruised and neglected, these feelings cry out

stripped and skeletal; strengthening.

But for this stand, this last embrace

(and give the girl a kiss)

(put a gun to my lips)

(place this razor on my wrist)

(fuck this parody of a dream; was it worth all of this?)

I stand before the world skeletal, of my mask not a trace.

Sick of the bile rising, for when the day has gone

you have the audacity to call me a good person

knowing not of what I've done.

Cast away this affliction, this curse it is to feel

love as much my downfall as hatred, spite and fear

Become at once cold; now collected

and from this instant I'll never be the same

slipped away beyond being vulnerable

Skeletal; ever will I remain.