The Sting on the Skin

The skin swore so red

So fierce in looking red

As the crimson so that it cannot be washed

So deep because it was the first cut

The sting on the skin

So it drives inside the soul

Piecing the heart asunder

At every cut is a deep soul in

Into the stickiness of the skin

The sting of the skin

It pains at each drives inside

And is killing you deep inside

Skin pierced inside so deep first cut

It usually comes with pain and resentment

The sting of the skin

Rain fell and refuses to drain it pains

Sun shine and it never dried off the scarce

The wind blew where it listeth and it remains

The same all along you are just all alone to bear it out to barely

The sting on the skin on the skin it hurts

…hmmm it hurts killing inside

…ha with anguish of heart

…too hot to handle to big to come to terms

…sigh sighing the sting on the skin