I hate having skin
A blank canvas wrapping my bones
Like an artist selecting her tones
It’s ready to be cut when I’m alone
Drawing with crimson hues
Picking each pore causing a bruise
Adding some much needed blues
Nails carving a well defined track
Blood drying into black
As my fingers finish their attack
Stepping back to admire my design
Letting all the colors combine
Finally ready to be signed
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
I hate having skin
A blank canvas wrapping my bones
Like an artist selecting her tones
It’s ready to be cut when I’m alone
Drawing with crimson hues
Picking each pore causing a bruise
Adding some much needed blues
Nails carving a well defined track
Blood drying into black
As my fingers finish their attack
Stepping back to admire my design
Letting all the colors combine
Finally ready to be signed
