If You

If you see
My hands
You'll think
You're spying
A corpse's palm

If you feel
My skin
You'll think
I've been
Buried for years

If you inspect
My arms
You'll think
You've justified
The reason why

But If you hear
My pulse
You'll know
I'm still
Alive

And if you gaze
Into my eyes
You'll know
That I don't
Want to be