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