They say,
“It’s always dark in here.”
when they're only skin deep
If they could sink through my pores
They would know laughter
seems to rupture my organs
And no, I am not dying
This is what life is like
Joy so near pain
Death so in love with life
It is a cycle
Too beautiful to be imitated
But people try
They love to walk a thin line
Believing they are daring
When they really are mocking
What can only be seen skin deep
