Death in your skin

My gaze fell upon
what was on the outside
wondering about the inside.
Ever the same dead cells.

A smile, an approach
inside does not exist
outside, our feast.
All I see is dead skin.

The destroyer not destroying
a duck in the surface
not a slow turtle deep below the surface.
There is life in our death.

Feed me, feed you
consume you, comsume me
no lights in the sky, not lonely.
Behold the death in me.

A start, a beginning.
Melting, melting, melting.
Burning, burning, burning.
Beautiful death in your eyes.

Find life in death,
just saw your dead skin cells
A bite, my life, bells.
I only ever saw your dead skin.