Trapped

The smell of iron surrounds me, I know it is blood.

I feel a hard shell encasing me, I know it is bone.

I can control this blubbery thing, but I can't leave.

I can't damage it because I will feel its pain.

I myself don't feel pain,

but this damned blubbery suit is ailed by the slightest pinch.

The worst part is that I can't live without it.

For we are one and the same.