Static Movement

My soul is a blank page
    staring back at me
My fears are not assuaged
     by my frivolity
Peel all my skin back
     to reveal my bloody core
Tear apart my muscles lack
     a reveled, old, windowed door

My spirits feel high aloft
My mind continues to be lost
Listen to my heartful echoes
Please inflate my heartfelt bellows

I tentatively shield myself
     from possible lies of joy
I place my heart upon the shelf
     away from prying-eyed alloy

Dye my hands red
Bury my soul in lead
Pass the sea to me
Plant the trees to see
Pluck my eyes instead
My fingers already bled
An uncertain, hopeful plea
Can't I learn to be free