My functioning kidneys are created
By remnants of weak bones.
Involuntarily breathing in oxygen
And out some carbon dioxide.
My broken blood cells swim
Throughout my littered veins.
Nerves are tangled up
Within my inflated lungs.
Slabs of skin forms over
my tired weakling eyes.
Burning toxic holes
into my pumping heart.
Black spots on white eyes
grow from wonder and love.
My shell is created for display
My insides keep me alive.
