can they ever touch me,
an untouchable that is me?
can they ever fly up to my height
or reach my core?
can they ever abhore
someone as pretty as me?
can the steel cut through me,
through the shell that is me?

can the hear the silence,
the silence that is me?
can they ever love me,
love me for all the gore
that is all because of me?
can they ever let it go,
the passing storm at my door?
can they lift up this cloak
and then light up this hole?
can they ever let it go,
the passing storm at my door?