Disconnected

Looking at those big brown eyes.
Seeing nothing but the wall that stands behind.
Hearing the words that come from that mouth.
Frequency as still as the darkness about.
Observing a touch on some hardened skin.
Knowing to myself I should feel the sting.

A silhouette stands as if I were blind.
Reality sets in as humanity subsides.
An innocent animal locked in a cage.
Ignorantly it thinks the feeling is rage.
A shirt that needs some serious straightening.
An iron of course; no contemplating.

A punching bag in which you vent everything.
Still not prepared for when the bell rings.
A guardian angel looking over.
Keep burning the fuse closer, closer.
A liar who has perfected their ridiculous purity.
Proved to everyone what you wish to be.

As the feeling inside begins to die...
I suddenly grow comfort in not asking why.
As the animal who found its way out.
I comfortably have no reason to doubt.
As the shirt with that stubborn wrinkle.
Oh, I promise it'll be more than a tingle.
As the only one who can clearly see...
You're not who you claim to be.
As the disconnection grows and grows.
I watch from the brush as you get old and old.
As the civilized part crashes its flight..
I know now objectifying you was right.