We none of us fit within our skins
and bursting stich our careless spines as one.
Vain, and imagining our eyes meet
and words speak
and skin bristles.
And shuffle silent and alone
With our delusions and lies.
We none of us fit within our skins
and bursting stich our careless spines as one.
Vain, and imagining our eyes meet
and words speak
and skin bristles.
And shuffle silent and alone
With our delusions and lies.