Artificial Skin Poem by William Mowell

I live behind this artificial skin
Picked it up in a bargain bin

Full of holes and burnt flesh
Creases and Cracks fill the rest

Its hard to feel through this thick coat
Start to sink, wish I could float

10,000 feet I have fallen down
But still I haven't drown

All the weight of the world lifted
This burden has been shifted

Sink to the bottom, but its okay
I'll live to see another day

It's peaceful down here
No one around to fear

I think I'll stay here for awhile
In my mind I can see your smile