how much time do you spend in your skin
wondering why you're alive
if you could count every day as a ring
when do you think you would die

boundless and endless seem to explain
all of the thoughts in my head
whether that's true or just staving off pain
plagues me at night in my bed

why is it there, in the darkened abyss
that I must contemplate light
moving within my own shadowy bliss
dressed in the gown of my sight

wearing this flesh has given me strength
to plant my feet on new ground
as veins decompose my body at length
I take on a nature profound