Skeleton:

I allow my skeletons to wander out the closet. Look into my eyes. Darkness I've got it! Dancing under a pale moon with a brain that's rotten. Trauma and pain are never forgotten. To people I am nothing but a ghost, a hollow shell. A bullet in the cartridge, Violent words flying off the memory dome. I'm the only target. You act so tough, but you're soft like memory foam. I am not alright, playing with a knife. Scars in my mind and scars upon my flesh. Twisted up inside I'm haunted.  Broken inside I'm tarnished. I won't ever give up on my life, living by my words like a knife. I will always fight for what I hold dear. I'm my own light upon this dark night, but I'm afraid I might disappear.