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[dukewhite]

I wish that I had no skin
to keep my bones and muscles in
and I could walk around all naked
flaunting my guts and all that's sacred
I'd prick you with my bony hand
And bleed my blood upon the sand
And if we all did and had the itch
We'd open our skulls and make a switch
And I could live on with your brain
And see what it's like to live your pain
And all could see my exposed heart
And pierce it with their cunning dart
And blood would gush and life would cease
and we'd slip into beyond with ease
At least my mind is still with you
So I can go on living too
And see my skin shriveled on the floor
Next to the socks, behind the door
And all the footprints I had made
Will wash away, as memories fade
And seeing throug the rounded eyes
Glaring through the world of lies
And brush the hair atop my head
We have no skins; perhaps we're dead.