Ripped of your skin
Walk along transposed
Every nerve ending exposed
Never to procrastinate or hesitate
Don’t you doubt or fret about
It will sting, like a fucker, w/out no doubt
Brush a shoulder or view into their eyes
Penetrating their space; not by design
Wishing escape was as easy as closing thine eyes
Feeling their fears, pains, and joys
Bombarded by their thoughts & noise
Nonstop constant vibrational de-voids
Knowing not they share
Not aware of their lack of care
Grumbling about their miserable affairs
Empath to vampire; who’s to be true?
One reads you but the other sucks you too
Which one is it if you were to be true to you?
Which One Are You?