#thisbodyisntmine

In the end what could you have said?

Who would've heard if none weren't deaf to the pleas,

On the open plain, looking back you'd think,

None who saw said the phrase, yet when all is said and done we remained,

Till the end of days one shall always stay, remnants of darkness untold,

Don't you see the lines?

In the void to none may thou see,

These hands aren’t mine

This face isn’t mine

These eyes aren’t mine

Whose are they?

Whose are they?

I don’t know who I am

I don’t know who I am

Who am I?

Who am I?

I am sand

Constantly shifting

Never solid

I am a ghost

Pale and intangible

Floating through a life that isn’t mine

I want to know

Who I am

I want to feel

Like I’m real

I want to be

Alive

But I can’t

But I can’t

But I can’t

Trapped in this