my skin is red and raw
im simply meat and i have thawed
your hand leaves a print
the absence of skin
the creation of sin
and shame
i am in disarray
i cannot stand
i cannot lie
the tears from my eyes
from my cry’s
the salt is burning my flesh
leaving ****** valleys
there is no skin left
i am a collage of handprints
no part of my body is my own
no part of my body do i own
because every part of me has been touched
so much of me affected by lust
but when the dust settles
your no where to be found
you’ve gone under ground
to hide from the grey
to make my day
to let me pray
so those little girls can play
the way i never could
because i was never good
and no lady should act that way
because thats how you attract attention
but i should walk without clothes and feel safe
instead i walk without skin and shake
and wait for the rain
to wash the blood away
but with rain comes grey
comes another hand shape
i remember that hand shake
that earthquake
my heart break
let the sun come out
let me fry
let me die
and you can dine on my flesh
and i like always will pretend
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 1:39 AM UTC