Skin.

I want to live up to an image I've always dreamed of.
A vacant yet so vivid sky line, my eyes are wide once again.
I want to wear the skin, to see what's always been so visible.
Bless my lips with words I could never imagine, and guide my tongue with strength so I could never be weak again.
I want to wear the skin, and believe that my life could get better.
With 3 months of not knowing where I've been, damaged from the flood but now I can see again. I want to wear the skin of a coward.
Living such a tremendous lie to the point its filled with lust from the waist down.
With a lump of a heart and a hole in my lungs I won't know any better.
We'll never know any better. This Is my skin.