Eye of The Enemy - Hooks and Wires

I,
I'm feeling fine
just wasting time
by watching debutants
all dressed in brine.

And that besides
formaldehyde
needs help preserving this life.

My arms around your shoulders,
like a rope around your neck.
Hearts beat to stay unbroken.

My arms around your shoulders,
like a rope around your neck.
Hearts beat to stay unbroken.

I,
I'm feeling fine.
I'll wear your hide,
and drape your conscience,
wet, over the side

of my empire
of hooks and wires
from which I hang desires.

My arms around your shoulders,
like a rope around your neck.
Hearts beat to stay unbroken.

My arms around your shoulders,
like a rope around your neck.
Hearts beat to stay unbroken.

Patience patients,
lest you float away.

My eyes are Turing holes
filled with bending rays.
And my mind; vestigial growth
determined by brain states.

But as you dissipate
to try to disappear
would it kill you just to
leave me a gratuity.

No lessons learned in chains,
no prayers save those you make in vain.
No walls to string you by your veins.
No bleach to wash away the strain.