Deeper Than Skin

I miss your touch
I miss your taste
But could never tell
If your touch was deeper than skin

But no matter how
How long I try
To kill your taste
Nothing will wash it away

I’m sitting in my room
Trying to silence my head
But silent whispers
Are forced inside my head

Morning comes, I’m wide awake
I have challenged my limits
I feel that I’m becoming clean at last
But I still can’t tell…

If your touch was deeper than skin.

Nailo Gottblut
3/Jun/09