Hard Stress, Soft Skin

the freshness leaves
the room is darker
i'm fading
i'm close and you hands can touch and make me forget it
setting up all the genes for burning
it's cleansing
with my spine straight
so it's physical - i will it
i'm afraid to talk to myself
it's the only thing that helps
i don't wanto to leave this buried
to talk can only help things
i don't want to live with secrets and that's why i've been forgiven
again
it hurts, doesn't it?
but they don't want me to dig
the hell with them
the hell with this whole affair