Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
There in the rivers of
Something more toxic than bad habits
Is a song.
A melody.
Left unsung.
Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
Under my rivers.
Far beyond just flesh
Something just as toxic as nicotine
Lies a song.
Waiting.
An unsung melody.
Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
Under my rivers.
Under my sins.
Running with everything that
I can never repent.
Lies a rhyme.
Unwritten.
A tune.
Unsung.
Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
Under my rivers.
Under my sins.
Under my rhyme.
Lies an evil more evil
Than the monsters under my
BED
That live there.
Carving me up.
Waiting
Unwavering
Until my last hope
Is finally burnt
Out.
Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
Under my rivers.
Under my sins.
Under my rhyme.
Under my friends.
Lies a demon
More evil than any sin.
It walks.
It runs.
It moves my limbs.
Tying a noose around my friends
Until from
Flailing
To
Silence I fall.
Until all I can see are just
My faults.
Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
Under my rivers.
Under my sins.
Under my rhyme.
Under my friends.
Under my twin.
Lies a something.
Something
Between villain and friend
Something
Between a female and male
Something
Between me and the end
Something
Between demon and angel.
Lies a something.
Something it is.
Something with violin at hand.
Singing.
Mourning.
Laughing.
Grieving.
Playing.
Crying.
Yes my friends.
It does all of that
And more
Under my skin.
Under my skin.
Under my flesh.
Under my rivers.
Under my sins.
Under my rhyme.
Under my friends.
Under my twin.
Twined forevermore in
SIN.
A something.
A song.
A violin.
A melody.
My melody.
Left Unsung.