Life Beneath the Skin

It begins with a touch of despair Traveling solemnly... quietly Aspiring he who do not care Hiding, anxiously awaiting silently He is blind He cannot know No one draws the line The world simply flows He ask for a touch But he cannot feel... inside Living is too much Will dying have a guide? He hear whispers whispering Thoughts to never be There is life beneath the skin No one can ever see “As I close my eyes... I imagine Living a life... living a dream It wasn’t easy, neither was it hard Simply a no one asking what.... Voices, I hear... they speak Choices I fear... I’m weak Yet... I’m unable to convey what I’ve heard Whence given the choice to choose words To only say... to only listen Oneself in total synnnification Will I listen? I’m just as broken? It begins... with without a care Quietly... Beneath every skin laying bare Silently