Skin
This heartfelt feeling
Ruminates my veins
Still finding traces
Combined yet the same
With black stained patterns
Given out to you
Clotted hues
Colorless
Everything in my name
Fails to leave a mark on this skin
Take with you my rose
Flesh pricks petals blood rims
Sometimes in a world that hates you
You've got to shake the hand that beats you
It's just like heaven since it's
Not that hard to understand it
Like the spirits tethered to dirt
In a season glossed in paint
I find the thought of always living
Just another cry for help
Sometimes we may see
What will predecease this time
My skin will crumble down
With the voice of reason
Sublimely intoxicated in mind
There must be tears
For blossoms to infest the life
Restrained in leatherette
Caught between the eyes
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