Skin

Hold me black as my skin tears, the pains of being a human but my mind is still in place, I had a chat with my skin but it did not correspond with the elements of which my mind was, it wasn't responsive, alone I was within the confinement of the conversation, still forced to steer within the voids of being a human, I just don't comprehend this dogma of human beings as though the skin is a channel of information, if so, shut your mouth and let it SPEAK!, this sea of self runs down through fountains and its erosion had left eroded minds trapped in skins.