The Boney King Of Nowhere

Skin and Bone

Wrote this quite a few years ago during my more angst-ridden teenage years. Not great, but hey, it was a start.

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I sit lonely in this cell;

Waiting for a day when it all might change

Weeks go by, as do the months;

But I’m still alone

Sitting in this chair, skin and bone

The only flavours I know are bitter and sweet

I laugh and cry, but never speak

This is the cell I live in;

I’m all alone

 Sitting in this chair, skin and bone