Let me see how far I've come,
another soft spot worn away
down to the polished bone.
I've made it through another day
but, on borrowed time,
Acid life and acid love
have scoured all the soft spots clean
down to un-dissolving bone.
The innocence to which I've clung
has worn thin as I've grown.
Everyone still thinks I'm sane
but, the feather edges of madness
softly brush the glistening bone
that's all that's left of me
and claim it for their own.