i am a skeleton
wandering, lost, cold
my shadow is my only friend
my bones are fractured and splitting
i am a dying undead
how could someone so dead die more?
if i had lips they'd be chapped and bleeding and dry
begging for a taste of water, just a drop
if i had muscles they'd be tired and stretched
my nerves pinched
my heart weakened
my fingernails bitten to the cuticle
my tongue blackened with rot
my lungs coated in tar
my brain impaired
my eyes blind
my ears deaf
but i am just a skeleton
i have no nerves, no heart, no fingernails
no lungs, no muscles, no eyes, no ears
no tongue, no brain, no lips
i am just carefully placed bones
that climbed out of the coffin
when the lid should have stayed nail shut
if a skeleton could dream,
i would dream of roses
fields and fields of beautiful roses
their soft petals caress me
and their sharp thorns pierce my skin
pain--so beautiful
blood--so thick
i'll dye the white roses with my blood
they'll turn a lovely crimson shade
and i will smile
because pain and blood and red roses
means i'm alive
but i am a skeleton
dead, and dying even more
i am a skeleton
and no one cares about skeletons
my bone feet clatter on the dry ground
my bones crack, and i lose a toe
oh well, didn't really need it anyone
i'm walking blind
with my skeleton sight
and i stumble over something soft and plush
and i fall to my knees
they crack and shatter
i try to stand
but i can't
i am a skeleton
in the middle of this lonely desert
i rest, my bones shattered on the ground
is this where i am to stay for eternity?
on the ground, helpless to just lie there?
and then i feel a breath
tickling my chin
have the wolves, who claimed my flesh
come to sharpen their teeth on what's left of me?
but the breath is sweet and kind
it is not bitter, it does not bite
the breath of a lamb,
soft and plush
breathes into me
and i cough
but skeletons don't cough
flesh starts to grow from my mouth
and my bones slam together and mend
i can feel my skin growing back,
my fingernails, my hair
my eyes round themselves out
and i'm blinded with this new life
sweat glistens on my brow
and my lungs inflate and deflate
drinking in air
blood starts to flow in my veins
and my heart
starts to beat again
i am no longer a skeleton
i am a man
smells rush into my nose
they overpower me, sickly sweet
i can hear music and song
i can see
fields of roses
i can feel
their soft petals and sharp thorns
and i don't understand
how a skeleton, something dead
was reborn into life
how bones, just bones
became flesh, became man
am i dreaming?
i was a skeleton
i was lonely, i was lost
i was brittle and bitter and cold
i was wandering what i thought to be a desert
i couldn't see the beauty of the world
my bones couldn't feel the roses under my feet
my eyes couldn't hear the bird
the world is a beautiful place
but i couldn't see it, i was dead
just a skeleton
but then a sweet breath knit my flesh to my bones
and i am alive again
