The human skin can be hard to live in,
That's why most of us tear it.
And I, my loves,
Am a hypocrite
I tell you not to tear such precious, innocent skin
While late at night
I hold my blade
And carve it in.
I like to push oh so hard.
Only to get the adrenaline
of seeing the blood and make sure I am still alive
Though I feel as if I'm not at all alive anymore
I'm a zombie
living in the palest of skin
And if your lucky
I'll let you in.
It doesn't happen often
But for some it may
Those lucky few
Will be dismayed
For I seem like a bright ray of sunshine
In this dark dark world
But jokes on you
I'm the darkest of them all.