Dead Skin

I am broken and I
Am imperfect and I
Am alone now and forever on

I walk along the cobble stone and ponder why I ended the way I did
My life is dead

I listen to the window of my soul, but it seems to be sealed shut not letting anything in, not even me as i
knock on the window pain
I listen to the flutter of the birds that soar past my ears, they don’t fear me, for nothing is in me but air

The shadow of my spirit floats beyond my reach, as I watch my past run be me
the future, I wave goodbye for I know what is to come to the child
pain and dead skin.