Don’t ever wish I could open my eyes
Just so I could be seen without my skin.
Sinew wrapped bones’ cracked open surprise
Tricks of marrow drawn slick and so broken,
To gaze back on you so I know how to lean
While subtly sinking the followed bones down
To hell or Dover or some heaven in between
Decay; next time light will rob us till we’re grown.
Seeming to thrive in torn lies and sock footed dreams,
Would you ever keep guessing if horrors loitered here?
You’re saying you don’t want to know these schemes,
That it’s just another ending on the road to nowhere,
That dips so often into the depths of the mirror
That it’s often hard to know just who to abhor.