Pick me up - place me beside myself;
make me feel like I'm somewhere outside this Hell.
How it feels? I can't always tell. Each layer of skin is another shell.
From inside, each thought is a bar in the cell;
"Hello" always leads to a new "Fare-well".
Push me... again and again; I shove.
Blow smoke in the eyes of the one you love.
Confined to the filling of boundless hollow,
Walk backwards and pretend it's yourself you follow...
My body is telling me that I feel..
Your flesh, the nexus of all things real.
Your touch - drawing blood and breaking seal
Terrified of wounds that completely heal.
Encapsulated; frozen inside my shell.
Terrified of "Hello"
My dear,
Farewell.