Chapped Skin

v1.

stinging fingers that hold back the
bleeding kiss of hate
twice broken from the outpour of despair that is our fate
we can not see past the bruised skin
the tender fragile flesh
we can't explain the common need
for quick and painless death

v2.

the media hypocrisy
creates our new democracy
with hate dressed up
in shoes and pearls
so myriads of screaming girls
will idolize the skin and bone
they'll shove their fingers down their throats
and high school boys won't know which way
to think or kiss or what to say
when life is lived to please the whole
we end up with half our soul.