Under My Skin
When I wither
My footsteps are hallow
The echo of my life
Makes a ripple through the nothing
And blackness is all I see
My skin stretches over my bones
What I see is what I own
A reflection, that of a previous me
Of this existence, the more I dwell
In an emptiness
My self created hell
Inside my head, inside my soul
I want my hallow to reflect outside
My skin to sink as if over holes
I want my outside to not exist
For the shadow of my emotions
My love is the only light
So dwelling in endless night
Ice grows out, as spines
A defense I use, no smile
Do not confuse
A new self hate, I cannot express
How my existence will be less
For I fear I am giving in
To a starving urge to live
Hallow, instead of curves
Broken, instead of whole
Tell me what could possibly be better
What could change my stormy weather
As fast as my hunger shall slither
So shall my body wither
by: Angela Malzow
