I was made with skin
I was made from Adam's rib
Now that's all that's left

I can count my bones
They poke out from my joints
You can see my crooked spine

From the flesh I came,
My flesh is wasting away
I don't need it now

Every body is a skeleton,
If you wait around long enough
A walking talking bag of bones.

I survive on coffee and spite
Now my ribcage is the birdcage
My weakened heart playing the part of the bird

There are 206 bones in the average human body
You can count mine
Eventually, that's all that's left