This skin I carry
Is strange unfamiliar and scary
Petrifying, that every move is stiff,
Absolutely terrifying
Sensitive to the touch,
I can no longer feel anything
Unable to speak,
I have become the quiet and cloudless sky
Looking at myself
I can not come to recognize
This face, that stares back at me
Aged, yet graceful, confused and painful
Transparent, I've become
A paper attached to a closed book
Unreadable
