Disconnected

The blood doesn't flow the same way any more .
The heart doesn't beat a happy beat .
The brain doesn't process the information .
The arms won't lift up to scratch the itch .
The itch doesn't even have the strength to last .
The legs won't move for anything .
The eyelids can't flutter to get rid of the tears .
The blood doesn't even coagulate to stop the bleeding .
The skin won't reposess its position because it knows it will be victimised again and again .
The lungs won't hardly move to allow me to breathe .
The vocal chords have frozen, knowing I have nothing to say .
The lips have dried up, they are useless at this point .
The joints have become imobilized .
The stomach shrinks .
The tongue remains in its place .
The body falls to the ground .