Skin so thin it is paler than bone
Whiter than pages of old brittle tomes
The veins in my eyes spewing with blood
Filling the socked with dirt and with mud
Shards of shattered teeth cutting your gums
Droplets of spit vomited up on budding mums
Can I see you in this state?
As you see me in mine?
The mystery of your beauty
Breaking the devine
Your brittle bones will snap
As you have always feared
Your stomach will eat your own body
From your toes to your ears
Though you don’t know it yet
Your own skin will pale
Your eye will be pulled from your face
And your teeth will make you look frail
And while you see me
As such a horror that you wish to flea
You mustn't be filled with sorrow
For this will be you tomorrow
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:31 AM UTC
Skin so thin it is paler than bone
Whiter than pages of old brittle tomes
The veins in my eyes spewing with blood
Filling the socked with dirt and with mud
Shards of shattered teeth cutting your gums
Droplets of spit vomited up on budding mums
Can I see you in this state?
As you see me in mine?
The mystery of your beauty
Breaking the devine
Your brittle bones will snap
As you have always feared
Your stomach will eat your own body
From your toes to your ears
Though you don’t know it yet
Your own skin will pale
Your eye will be pulled from your face
And your teeth will make you look frail
And while you see me
As such a horror that you wish to flea
You mustn't be filled with sorrow
For this will be you tomorrow