skin graph

little lights, are over exposing the highlight, marks on the floor, when aligned right, lead to the door of a place that, seemed somewhat exposed till now, i'm back, and punching the air, a sneak attack, to disrupt the smear on the laid tracks, i left when i broke off the pavement, i still should be on i suppose, in a new skin i'm ready to spill, what i'm never willing to share, i disable the muscles and bones, so they won't try, to walk on the road, now i stand here, with nothing to hide like the new born, hungry and wild, but the ground i want to explore, doesn't feel like before, cause all i think about is why, the skin i'm in feels ordinary, the things that you might like, don't grow inside of me, the skin's alive; it's leaving!, the skin's alive; it's moving!, the skin's alive; it's leaving!, the skin's alive; it moves me, i want to be next to you, while your covering, covering is soft, and i try to crawl up next to you, your covering becomes leather, cause all i think about is why, the skin i'm in feels ordinary, the things that you might like, don't grow inside of me, the skin's alive; it's leaving!, the skin's alive; it's moving!, the skin's alive; it's leaving!, the skin's alive; it moves me