BONES - Limbs

This is a learned behavior

But the years have hammered the nails in my coffin

I can’t break through these rotting walls

That keep me in isolation

I am alone in this isolation

I feel their sins in my skin

Never forgetting where they began

Expectations have been carved into my bones

They splinter under the pressure

I am accustomed to my insecurities

I have accepted them as necessary

I’ve let the sight of passing time occupy my eyes

I am severed from the present only

connected to thoughts of withered reflections

Isolation in these rotting walls

Expectations carved into my bones

If we’re all the same inside

Why shouldnt I tear the skin from my bones?

I’ll tear the skin from my bones