Death's hands

by MorbidCupcake   Jul 26, 2010

You have yet to count the scars on my veins
but you warn me of death's fingertips, though I don't know anything

If I wanted to turn to ash,
I would already be gone
and if you could read my thoughts
you would know that everything feels wrong

I am a stranger inside my skin
But I exist upon one dream
The words and verses still mean everything to me


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