Peel My Skin Off Dry

peel my skin off dry,
so i can air these nerves right out,
so i can hate my flesh,
so i can hate my flesh out loud.
peel my skin off dry.

so i can bleed these venoms,
steam these scorching,
demons, to the clouds,
to the mists,
so i can bleed my wrists out loud.
peel my skin off,
peel my skin off dry.

seer my fingers ends,
so i can feel much less than pain.
peel my fingertips,
so i can touch this much,
and see these drips,
when i bleed blood through bluish veins.
peel my skin off dry.

i have no voice,
it makes no noise,
when i scream out to the skies.
you don’t see flesh,
you see this skin,
and cannot paint this pain
in semiglaze,
to reflect this pain im in..
peel my skin off dry,
and pierce these eyes
with something bright,
or lighter than this demon’s sins.

im inside out,
imploded so,
much so,
that the outside has caved me in.
and in my greatest days,
i’ll be in a grave,
with my heart freed up
and over flowing cups
toasting the solving of this maze.
peel my skin off dry.

—-

I made it.

2007