Three bodies stumbled through the brush with their clothes on
Brambles snatched and tore at all things that they had worn
One came out and they didn't change a thing
Despite the same clothes with the holes they weren't the same
Any onlooker could snag them
with an eye hook or
peak at skin under looking
all the damage they've sustained
Another came out and they immediately changed
New clothes, new way of walking, no stains
You could hardly recognize them from the way they wore their reigns
but they had to buy them quick so they were made of cheap and common things
The last came out and simply took the clothes off
Imagine really being so soft...
But even with the breeze on running raw can really leave them
Rubbing smooth private skin until it's rough and cracked and bleeding
Not mention all the seething petty pinching hands aggrieving
Saying you are not allowed to show me freedom
Cast judgement if you will
With your decision making skills
I am sure next time you fall you will just get up with will
Any fool can ask well why not just stitch up with thread
Any fool who's never seen hell or the dark side of the hedge
Of course there's ghouls with gaping holes across which spiderweb
A thinly veiled attempt to heal
But find them running out instead
I cannot tell you if you ought to bleed or fight or buy or shed
Just know that there is no such thing as being the same again