camouflage flesh

camouflaged by our own skin
Hidden beneath the flesh
Like a tortiose in the night

Conforming to new approved
Accepting the rules and regulations
Transforming into one of them
Becoming another prized trophy on their shelves

Trapped in box
Locked in a case
Suffocating beneath your own skin

Your eye lids are shut
Covered by flesh
So you cannot see
What the world has done to me

Your skin grows tighter
As if its a constricting snake
Wanting to drain your life away

The camouflage it sucks
Bleeding you dry
Until you become a part of it

You are the flesh that digests our lives