Strangled by the showerhead
She answers but she doesn't speak
She's too busy staring at the wall
Making sure it doesn't leak.
She sways and sinks, continues to think
Of steps and stones beneath our bones
And times abandoned long ago
The paint is peeling oh
Every moment we take for granted
Is another moment dark and slanted
Their words and turns have all gone rancid
But in them we still lie enchanted.
It's hard to remember we aren't forever
In that thought most don't take pleasure
A thoughtless life is what they treasure
Even when that life is gone what
Movement stops with a definite flop
Strings tangled and twisted - how could anyone ever have missed it?
We are blind to every mask
Why make the effort to try and last?
The wall has cracked - a thunderous flood
No means of control, a marionette
Much too late the strings detach
She's hanging limp, cold