This skin I carry <br />Is strange unfamiliar and scary <br />Petrifying, that every move is stiff, <br />Absolutely terrifying <br /> <br />Sensitive to the touch, <br />I can no longer feel anything <br />Unable to speak, <br />I have become the quiet and cloudless sky <br /> <br />Looking at myself <br />I can not come to recognize <br />This face, that stares back at me <br />Aged, yet graceful, confused and painful <br /> <br />Transparent, I've become <br />A paper attached to a closed book <br />Unreadable
