Impermeable...

Hard! Hard! That I cant feel my self,
High! High! Instead, there’s no heaven,
Loud! Loud! Cause we cant hear nothing else,
Just that voice inside that says im close to madness.

Your body is noting more than a bunch of skin and bones,
An extension of me, a manifestation of my needs.
You smoke like a whore, you dress like a whore…
But wait! Your not!
So please give me back my goods.

Leave me alone, stop saying that,
I want no see ya!
I ask you to leave, please,
I don’t need you anymore.
The mirror now its broken.

Its just a bad copy of my self self…