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

                                  So

                                        Slow. 

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

                                                 So

                                                       Ever. 

Movement stops with a deafening 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

                                     And

                                             Wet.