I feel the bones inside
creaking
The dry of the eyes
The muscles’ ache
I feel the skin
growing rough and callused
Clumsy hands
Disorganized mind
I am this frail flesh.
And it is me.
And that is all.
I feel the bones inside
creaking
The dry of the eyes
The muscles’ ache
I feel the skin
growing rough and callused
Clumsy hands
Disorganized mind
I am this frail flesh.
And it is me.
And that is all.