I peeled off my faces
with voices and expressions
to try to come to terms with sadness,
my development was heart agression

Questions filled with tears and doubt
thoughts filled with fear, it clouds

storm heavy, torn every
face from my body into a Skin Leather Jacket

My brain a smoked Onion Head
so all my heart could do was crack
tears trickled down
numbing my body like life "handed" a smack

Woke up groggy and slow
in the midst of a storm
Feeling foggy and old
stitched up and worn

Use my jacket as a blanket
as I lie in the eye of the storm
as I rest and transform
bare and naked
wholehearted again
as a man with many faces.