I don’t know why I’m in so deep
my skin turned pale, my eyes seem bleak,
my forehead nods down to my chin,
my fingers find no time within.
well, it feels like I’ve been lifted up
pinned to a string, nailed to the bones.
But it will still feel like dancing to me
if you push and spin my ‘round
if you drag me on the ground
if you wear me inside out.
I cannot feel but paralyzed
my lids sank down onto my eyes
my breath beats on my iron lungs
and drizzle runs down on my trunk
everytime I’m lifted up
I’m moved about and stumbled to the ground.