Skin Me Bare

Ghosts have been tearing me apart,  
With a tape sealing my lips,  
I’m worn out.  
 
So skin me bare like a lamb.  
I need it gone—  
This decaying flesh,  
Mold spread over my whole.  
Bones have become putrid,  
Blood spoiled and my soul withered.  
 
So skin me bare from this anguish,  
Strip me of it with tender hands.  
Light me up, let my blood dry,  
Watch my bones turn into ashes,  
For my soul to climb out of it all.  
 
Keep me inside a cremation urn,  
Safe and untouched.  
Let it sink deep into the ocean,  
Where I’ll bury any remaining trace.  
I need me gone.