[Right][i]Thinner than skin[/i] [/right]
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With papercuts and pricks our layers are getting pointless
A bruise here, a scar here, then wounds
There we are, lashes from the past seemingly healing nothing
Exposing us instead, as drawn bleeding targets
We hear, we see, but normalize

Pushing on scabs, while their mobile
Slabs of salt slapped on to stay cured
We place aids to stop this abuse
But believes of old dead deeds just want these nerves to bleed
It seems that most of us really need to leave
Although believe, one sells enough, many cells can deceive

Some holding cells can`t hold ourselves
Not even to pricks and punctures spreading irritation
All of this to begrudge would leave you itchy
Digging deep for love from this would put you under arrest

From flesh so old that`s all bone and dust would say this:
"Ya`ll just need to be more meaty, more bold, more seasoned!"
"Stop being so sensitive, so serious, so scared of losing your fresh image!"
Well? Even crimson oils bounce light from sources
You mind telling the brittle how to be young again?
Those thick skulls feel thin from trauma

Pain to the brain never traveled so fast from the eyes
Where should people put their nerves now?
Maybe in places where only soap scum can reach
Maybe where only water sticks
There`s few pours left to speak freely about without cutting yourself;
While being edged on by false crutches framing your imperfection
Might as well be put on a grill, call it a roast, then say grace

Some of us are becoming stuck and struck to the bone
Others, left for the bloated bugs and brazen birds
Sequester, is the agony of being alive that painful?
That you have to shed the blame off and stain something to be remembered by?
So much slander, just to spell out your guts, unclean bladder
No shame for spline-less, right? Oh, no wait! There`s your spleen!
But to be unbloodied, that`s how it feels to be normal, under control

If only we met in a bloodstream, where no flaws would hurt us
Somewhere where such scares and stares would not knock us unbalanced
Nobody wants to feel off kiter because of a single misstep
Although -Misstep- is all a part of the anatomy, with pinches of modesty
Honestly, how is skin so resilient? No matter how many licks it takes;
You can barely hold it, you can barely see through it;
You can just barely get to the center of the heart 

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