Beep. Beep. Beep.
Up and at ‘em, another day
To slowly sell my soul away.

Another day, again, again,
I wake and step into my skin-
A bodysuit of flesh and blood
To shield me from the deadly flood
Of daggers thrown toward my heart.
Each day I try, right from the start,
With such convincing vital signs-
Convince them that I am alive.
My fleshen shell is warm and pink.
But through my eyes you’ll find the link
‘Twixt life and death, the mortal soul
That fills this empty body’s hole.
On better days my guise is fat
And hides me ‘neath its secret slat
So muscles move my feet ahead,
My lips turn up, the right thing’s said;
The plethora of fear and dread,
Such poison plaguing my lone head
Is never shown unto the light.
I carry lies like leaden night:
They’re weighing down upon my bones,
Just dragging me through life alone.
But lately I’ve been getting thin
As bones beneath poke through my skin,
No substance left to shield the shards
Of broken soul so burned and marred.
My effort to maintain my lies
Is failing; quickly my disguise
Will starve itself and then reveal
My skeleton, embrace what’s real.
The truth lies in the bones, I fear,
For jutting out, they make it clear
That I am withered down, a frame
Where once I had a life to name,
But now am merely joints and death-
A hollow memory of breath.
And the bones are dying, too, you see,
With cracks and snaps they pay the fee
That life requires endlessly,
Disintegrate what’s left of me
Until just scattered dust remains
When I am free from living chains.

To slowly sell my soul away,
Up and at ‘em another day.
Beep. Beep. Beep.