Skin and Blood

my skin is torn
made to be worn
is it keeping You warm?
newborn
naively smooth
wear it with pride
then toss it aside
but is it keeping You warm?

fingertips are ruined
glazing over
the rough of Your skin
looking for spots
spots i can fix
patch them
with piece of myself
is it keeping You warm?

i will obediently
give You my eyes
what are they good for
rose coloured glass
and if my ears
won't listen to Your gospel
there's no need for them to stay
i know what You want
what You need
and crave
wasting Your words
needless fights
just to confirm
is it keeping You warm?

You took my tongue
and replaced it with
someone else's
someone who ran away
but never escaped
too scared to ask back
for what is theirs
only thing im able
to spit out
with a tongue You stole
tell me
is it keeping You warm?

but i am at peace
for You have chosen
my skin to take
no imperfection
no deception
show me the direction
and i will crawl
take my
eyes
ears
and mouth
there is no use
if i'm destined to lose
myself
my skin
is Yours
so is my blood
trivial fact
accepted
by science
denied
by gut
run and hide
all my nerves exposed
stripped to bone
completely gone
but, is it keeping You warm?

Author's Note

I'm not sure how to feel about my writing (is it good, does it make sense) and i have no one to ask for help so i'm really hoping for criticism or general advice :)
English is not my first language, so if theres anything i can fix please tell me.