Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy.

Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive.

To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been.

Was written like a map in my layers of skin.

To look out to people walking  the roads,

But no human just sits and watches alone.

I belong with my stars, even if I don't shine bright.

I miss their clusters and knots at night.

To feel and live life through my layers of skin.

Was not human, will and never has been.