The Painful Skin

I am a leather,

made up of skin.

With a terrible feeling of being killed

and rather wished to be alive.

Those relations I formulated with the exquisite essence.

That dream of butterflies landing over me.

I'm scared of how nature would survive.

I was amongst those wonderful creations,

whom you killed for your fancy needs.

Those restless nights when you sprinted behind,

Those bullets you shot one after the other,

We cried out a lot with blood all over

And that frightening incident awakes me all night.

With all my warmth I comfort you survive,

But your brutality chose me to hit on them.

I'm guilty about the scars you received.

Forget this nightmare and wrap me around,

We'll indeed have peaceful dawn.

I'm the external cover that everyone needs,

the former skin that never bleeds.

I'm along protecting you always,

Memorize me once whenever you need.