Incubus

At first see an open wound
infected and disastrous.
It breathes chaotic catastrophe,
it cries to be renewed.
Its tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form scab.
To the touch, its stiff and resilient,
underneath, the new skin breaths.
As outwardly cliché as it may seem,
yes,something under the surface says, "C est la vie."
It is a circle, there is a plan,
dead skin will atrophy itself to start again.
Look closely at that open wound,
see past what covers the surface.
Undereath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes the stage.
Its all been saved,
with the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen,
with the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?
Fallacios cognitions
spewed from televisions
do mold our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and youll see what I see now.