Human Shell

A short poem I wrote a few days ago.

The nature of it all is disgusting.
Life transists so quickly downward,
Spiraling my life away while I stand and watch.

Tears are only water.
Blood is only pain.

Don't hesitate to throw my life away.

They say your eyes are doors to the soul.
Is that why mine are always empty?

Another smile, another facade.
Another laugh, another lie.

Look at the mass of dead skin I have become.