Epiderm – I

Second skin, creeping, crawling, leaching out through my pores.
The me I want to be,
The one that wants to be free,
Suppression though maintains the frame.

Twilight glooms its way around,
Stardust breathes and retains all the memories that decay.
There’s no permeance, no refrain, no last stand.
Sages dance within this merry go round,
Fractured remnants of dreams lay wasted.

Second skin, binding, constricting, contorting me.
No air for my soul,
No light,
Hope is gone.
Name the game that takes its hold.

Little flower fades in the cold,
In the dust of the past no one can see you.

Where to from now, step sideways and fall.
No sun for my soul, all hope is gone.
There’s no light left in here.
From now to where,
Second skin.