Self Portrait

Turn my back
To a world
That never wanted
To see my face
They’re bathing in mud
Rats in the dirt
I’ve been dreaming these dreams
Of ceasing to exist
They turn fingers into claws
And hands into fists
I’ve been chiseling away at a porcelain dream
In the end it all breaks
And the shards fall down on me
When it rains, it always pours
When it doesn’t, I’m still cold
The fear of failure cripples my thoughts
A casket full of silk is what I have bought
Bury my bones
Please let me sleep
This life is a gift but it’s one I won’t keep
It burns a hole in the back of my head
To know that I won’t ever sleep
Without regrets
Peel back the skin
Remove the flesh
I already was a skeleton
Before I was kissed by death