dandelionchronicles

I Tear My Skin Away I tear this skin from my body, And run... Even if the world screams, That I am only an illusion. I tear the bones from my legs, And crawl. Through pain, I will grow, Through suffering, I will become. I rip the muscles from my arms, These teeth from my jaws... And with nothing upon me, I carry on... Like a broken puppet, still shivering, Still forcing its way through the darkness; I tremble for I am nothing... And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams... I draw breath into these tired lungs, As I rip the flesh away... And I shatter these mirrors before me, With a voice that will not break: Because the world can