Through your sunken eyes
I see the World, its uncertainty
And the skeleton figures boast themselves.
I regret that I cannot see my own
And how beautiful you are without flesh?
*Every time I close the door on Reality, it comes in through the window.
-Ashleigh.Brilliant
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-skull-rests-on-a-table/
