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Blood, Bones, and Lacking Skin
Skin peeling
unknown what you'll be feeling.
Skins going fast.
Better hope your muscles last,
but they fall.
muscles turn to liquid and that is all.
The nails on your hands cut into you,
cutting your remaining skin like grass under a spiked shoe.
Your toes do the same as your hand.
your bodies isn't stuck your strong but much less of a man.
the neck snaps but you live through the process,
lost in the essences.
Blood is coming from eyes,
as your final non-vital muscles dies.
Your ribs bending in and out.
bones are snapping and cracking about
Your tendons swell.
You feel as if your in hell.
Your bones then crack.
The feeling is again back.
You scream for someone
but they never come, their is none.
Your bones start to come off
A pool of what you were is now a-loft.
Oh wait that is right,
You missed your only date last night.
unknown what you'll be feeling.
Skins going fast.
Better hope your muscles last,
but they fall.
muscles turn to liquid and that is all.
The nails on your hands cut into you,
cutting your remaining skin like grass under a spiked shoe.
Your toes do the same as your hand.
your bodies isn't stuck your strong but much less of a man.
the neck snaps but you live through the process,
lost in the essences.
Blood is coming from eyes,
as your final non-vital muscles dies.
Your ribs bending in and out.
bones are snapping and cracking about
Your tendons swell.
You feel as if your in hell.
Your bones then crack.
The feeling is again back.
You scream for someone
but they never come, their is none.
Your bones start to come off
A pool of what you were is now a-loft.
Oh wait that is right,
You missed your only date last night.
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