The Metal Dancer

Strung into the light 
It's dark and dim around 
Music hangs in fading air
I cannot make sound 
Why, I can not move 
My limbs are fake 
My whole body is fake 
I am hanging stranded, stressed 
My heart is fake 

All around I feel a stare
Though I am all alone
Standing on a lonely stage 
Posed for the audience 
That is non-existent 
Tormented is I
Who waits to be loved 
Whilst I wait to bring agony
Unto those who stare too long 
At my new body 
That stands silently 
Thinking me un-living
Thinking me un-feeling 
Thinking me a monster 

I have no where to belong
No where to call escape
All of eternity I am trapped
In a cage of sorrow and internal blood baths 
Passing the time by with my own mental breaks 

Do not look at my body 
My spirit is too sad 
Too angry to understand 
Why you look that way at me
Too jealous to see the flesh
That I no longer posses

A soul hanging in the dark stage center 
Screaming for someone to save me
Bringing pain to those who try 
What is this marionette feeling?
I'm feeling so very blue