bruiser_boy

Skinned Alive

Don't you know, you cannot kill
what's already dead inside?
White ivory rots into the floor,
I see the decay behind your smile
My skin is ragged tapestry,
caught in your storm of razor wires,
I bleed in silent resignation
while inside, the blackness thrives
I taste regret that rage transends
but iron barbs on sutures pulled
strip away the listless human shreds,
the tattered remnants of my world
Expose the ichor, there is no agony
in these lifeless, hollow eyes