Inside-OUT.

A thinking hand, a moving mind,
Lips in distress, while rings in hand outshine.
I lost control over myself
Ever since I saw my skin beautify.

With rings in hands, and tattoos on arms speak,
But my mind.
The mind didn't fathom
the eccentric musings that
Scattered like mirrors.

Mirrors of a charade of existence,
Of the life denied;
A life of butterflies and songs,
A life here, and a life there;
a life yearned for to and fro,
a life that comes on the floor.

Floors of horizon, not a far-sighted illusion,
Grounded.
Breathes light.
In the darkness of my Pretense,
The only existence that I know of.

Skin beautifies, skin deepens
The chasms of pain that I self-inflict.
The Self I could never meet.
I inflict pain on the only
Existence that i know of-
The humus etched on me,
Speaks volumes buried
Deep within,
Of the long forgotten
Human in me.