Skin Deep

I can see the flesh that covers,
all the horror death discovers.
and I can see the underneath,
jawbone holding yellow teeth.

and I can see the end you hasten.
from the poison that you take in.
medicine for melancholy,
suffering without the sorry.

clacking bones devoid of rhythm,
sharp impacts of bad decision.
someday seems to be today,
the skeletons dance anyway.

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