Through your sunken eyes <br />I see the World, its uncertainty <br />And the skeleton figures boast themselves. <br />I regret that I cannot see my own <br />And how beautiful you are without flesh? <br /> <br />*Every time I close the door on Reality, it comes in through the window. <br />-Ashleigh.Brilliant<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-skull-rests-on-a-table/
