| Beneath the skin Do you see anything of interest? Play of words, play of mind I don't mind, really Use me, abuse me Confuse me, and perhaps You will amuse me Laughter heard from above Above your level of understanding Comunicate With this person you see before you Are you alive? Are you really living? Breathing, heart beating But the soul is dead. Burried alive by the sins you have commited Smothered by the guilt you posess Do what you must Don't die trying. |
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