Skin Shell
Tell me you love me,
And want to hold me,
Even with hollow words,
With poisonous slithering
Slipping lies coming from
Your ever quivering lips.
Watch me with those dark eyes,
With your empty stare.
You’re dead inside,
A complete disaster zone.
Touch me with your cold hands,
Chilling to the bone,
Yet, thrilling and warm.
Make love to me,
In the darkest of all ways.
With these lies, these dead eyes,
That shattered heart
Tattered and torn,
But still beating
Seemingly all on it’s own.
Take me down
Love me so,
Because there is no rebirth
In this skin shell.
The Curving Path 