The night crept in, spreading darkness into her room.

She knew what was coming.

She closed her eyes until morning came, finding herself hidden beneath the sheets.

Everything was the same, yet she felt so different.

My Skin
Natalie Merchant

Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There’s so much here
That I don’t understand
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don’t need them

Cause I’ve been treated so wrong
I’ve been treated so long
As if I’m becoming untouchable

Well Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don’t need them
No, I don’t need them

I’ve been treated so wrong
I’ve been treated so long
As if I’m becoming untouchable

I’m a slow dying flower
I’m the Frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour
And untouchable

Oh, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh I need this

I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet
Love of my life
Oh, I need this

I’m a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable

Do you remember the way
That you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don’t need them

O, I need this

Is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I’m leaving

You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
Kiss me now you’ll catch my death
O, I mean it

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