On a Crooked Swing

disembodied and pretty in pink

my feet run down the sewer

and i'm not coming down

on my crooked swing

though hidden from caring eyes

sibylline and devouring

none can read my lies

five limitations

pain feels like a bug sting

when to the sessions

of my sweet silent swing

living in a dream

to relieve opened-eyes

falling upon a key

a door between two lights

i lost my skin and remembrance in a game of pride

falling upon a door, a key, eyelids between two lights

you're paralyzed, you try

even those nights

woe to woe inside

paralyzed