Josh and his 'Poetry'...

Skin

Skin is such a weak thing, fraught with it's own perils

Sever the thin blanket brings the gush of shining red mercury, running with it's own story

The hue of your blanket, the size, stretch, does'nt matter, all the same, just as fragile

What of the torn blanket? Each repair makes it sturdier?

Wrong, weaker everytime and you can still see those motherfuckin stitches...they never go

Skin is such a binding thing, fraught with it's own limitations

Apollo's touch of light and flame, blackens and rucks the blanket

Oh to feel his touch again! No, no, no must wait, must wait

Afterall, repairs need doing, too much damage might make it too ugly, beyond repair, in need of new one, yes

Stitches, patches, why bother? It's gonna get fucked in the end, eh friend?

Skin is such a torturous thing, fraught with it's own suffering

Pure agony, Kronos wills it's length, it's duration...it's time

For the agony of the heart is nothing to the agony of body nor mind

The heart needs a gentle touch of Spring, then the heat of Summer passion

Unchain it from this dreary Autumn, before its lost in Winter depression

Another year friend, still the same shitty person, would'nt ya say hmmm?

Skin...oops, some stitches needed here, a patch there

Skin...here let me help you with that

Skin is such a loving thing, fraught with its own extrication

A girl with her soft hands, stroking those thoughts away with just one touch

Her warmth fondles your back, it's fingers swirling circles

A boy with his pretty face, making you laugh with just one smile

His words more comforting than a mothers chest

Skin is weak, its binding...its such a torturous thing

But when that someone puts their skin against yours

You know of the love to be given and recieved, now that is something