Titles are Overrated

Part 5

You're so sad, aren't you?

Look at you -

made of hollow bones,

unseeing eyes

and thick skin.

Or so you say.

Funny, isn't it -

how I can cut right through the layers?

No one finds it funny,

except you.

I see you,

laughing,

smiling,

even as your stitches

are torn open.

The beat of your heart,

is barely there,

yet it's the only reminder your alive,

along with the emptiness

inside your chest.

I see it

as I cut it open.

The light in your eyes still shines,

and you can't see it -

for your vision,

your mind,

is clouded with darkness.

And now death.

sticks and stones will hurt me, and words will break my bones