You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action.