As the green fields of desire turn to dust,
And the shining armor is covered in rust,
Cynicism catches reality with her embrace,
While hope takes one last bow in grace.
All that is left is a harsh, crooked grin,
Served by despair who knows he’ll win.
Though his diamonds will leave you shivery,
He is now your finest piece of jewelry.

When taking that frightening leap in tears,
You hear the cries of devotion so near.
In the dark, misgiving cradles your head,
They are dying, these words you left unsaid.
Faith is the light trying to break through,
Yet the choir of doubts still leaves you blue.
Anger and bitterness will claim what’s yours,
Forcing patience to leave these shores.

Looking upon someone you wish you were,
You turn your head away from the blur.
Sweet affection held your hand for a while;
Now regret will walk you down the aisle.
But you request oblivion to stroke your mind,
Yet his stubborn being is not too kind.
Emptiness however is such a fine gentleman,
In him you find your trust to be genuine.

The way that love makes me feel
So terribly out of my skin...
It's like I'm shaking it off of my shoulders,
As the breeze cools me within.
My muscles bare and naked;
A suit of skin upon the grass.
Pale, young, and lively,
As it is reflected in the glass.
The confidence I had before -
The everlasting faith within myself -
Has reached a state of stagnancy.
For now it lies upon the shelf.
Out of my skin, you all can see
The truth of what
Is truly me.
My thick skin,
My rough exterior,
Is the means by which
I decline to be inferior.
For love feels like a sign of weakness,
Though I know within my bare heart,
That it takes a brave little soul indeed,
To take chance to be torn apart.
And as I may worry,
And as I may whine,
For you,
It seems
Quite worth it this time.
So see me now,
Without my skin.
Shrugged off my body,
Like wrinkled linen.
I removed it so you could see the purest form
Of the love I could soon possess.
Without the dirt and the bugs on my skin
Contaminating what I must express.
And inside I know it need not be perfect,
But for you I will try to make it so.
I've bore out of my flesh,
So now I must confess,
To the emotion that scares me below.