Dead Water

Woke up out of focus
And missed the first step
Landed in a ransom trap
But who would trade that for this?
Sold my colors for papers
They were beautiful once
But now just black and white
Traded my rib for a partner
But it took a lot of my spine
And now I'm stuck with my own sick senses
Each one works a little less
It's like when you don't want to cry over orphans
And the easiest way is to just not look
But I put myself in front of your face
Touching the third rail
But still blurry
And not sure I can find my way back