Skin

Keep on thinking how good it’d feel

To shed this skin

To peel it off, nice and clean.

Then look in the mirror and see

If the face in there looks like me.

Time runs past,

Leaving dust

Dust on my skin

How long it’s been?

Since you’ve known what I mean?

Flesh on flesh, too much too soon

Look at the time - its half past noon!

Use your hands now, dig in deep,

So much there you cannot keep

Rotting meat ‘n a sack of shit.

Keep on thinking how good it’d feel

To be rid of the smell…of yesterday’s kill

To walk down naked, without a skin

And not care how long it’s been

Since the sun has warmed your guts.