Under The Skin

Something I think we all have, a constant wondering.

There's something crawling in my skin,

a nervous twitch I can't deny.

It's electric and it's constant,

and I'm always asking 'Why?'

It's a woman reaching for me,

and it's a woman turned away.

It's a baby staring up at me,

and an itch that's here to stay.

It's a deeper look at humanity,

and a cry of despair to the divine.

It's my head hanging in shame,

and it's her hand that's clutching mine.

It's a feeling of empty,

bordering on complete.

it's the future in my books,

and it's the end we can not cheat.

It's a disease growing in my soul,

a preventative action against myself.

It's tomorrow and yesterday,

the memories left on the shelf.

It's a desire burning through the night,

a glance into her eyes.

It's the realization that eventually,

everybody dies.