The horror inside

Peel back my skin and look within
Between the bleeding and the clogged
All my missing data backlogged
Too much too soon you stitched me up again

Scarred to the bone all my gristle so alone
Between the knotted and the matted
Sinews with a view , tendons have a tendency
To compliment the broken ligaments in me

With a scalpel dissect all the foreign meat I reject
Ironing out the irony of all I’ve fully stretched
What more could I become when the post mortem is done
All rights are lies I’m just sand in your eyes.

With a body limp and unresponsive
Limbs begin to swell, rotting life smell
Forgive my cardiac arrest I tried to do my best
So admire the poignant view from the outside

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