showing no mercy, i need new skin. bones poke and sit perfectly, lined in order by the creator. the earth is letting me creep, allowing me to crawl, but i don't need it's approval. the sky is barren. i have fought off all my demons in the height of the night. i thought the sun would rise in the morning but there is only overcast words as i blow my cover. i see you in the evening, my soul sitting in a glass box upon your lap. i see a storm bubbling up from the sea. it will never be finished.