Incarnate by Jandreau
A second skin coils around my neck.
Rises up against my lips until I’m forced to breath it in.
My subconscious splits; identity collapses.
Sinking down into my wrist until the red rips.
Punish me for heresy. I’m a danger on the streets.
Pulling at my sleeves until my flesh unweaves.
There’s nothing underneath, nothing to bury.
I will pass invisibly dissolving into breeze.
Another body tightens around my chest.
Rises up against my head until I let the thought in.
My subconscious identity collapses.
Sinking down into my spine until the next life.
Punish me for heresy. I’m a danger on the streets.
Pulling at my sleeves until my flesh unweaves.
There is nothing underneath.
