New Warm Skin

One fatal gift

Arrived here today

Heavenly sent

From the beauticians that pray

Here comes that face

And it's a textural treat

Is this a war?

Is this a god?

New

Warm

Skin

New

Warm

Expensive to touch

It's a novocaine skin

Beauty; this beast

Is transparent and thin

This sun can be cruel

I don't want to melt

Is this a war?

Is this a god?

New Warm Skin

New Warm Skin

New Warm Skin

New Warm

One fatal gift

Arrived here today

Contorted dreams

Of the beauticians that pray

Crawling out of this heat

And drifting this way

Is this a war?

Is this a god?

New Warm Skin

New Warm Skin

New Warm Skin

Is this a war?

Is this a god?