Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy.
Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive.
To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been.
Was written like a map in my layers of skin.
To look out to people walking the roads,
But no human just sits and watches alone.
I belong with my stars, even if I don't shine bright.
I miss their clusters and knots at night.
To feel and live life through my layers of skin.
Was not human, will and never has been.