India Electric

Traveled light, to see I'm dead
A caustic pain inside my head
Severed fingers crawl to take
My body to an electric place

To find a shot, a simple face
Cycled through an image bank
And when I see that something's up
There's younger kids with better luck

Bones arranged in arms
Feet and legs all march
No one left to please
I don't want to leave

Skin was sparking up a storm
The back of my neck felt so warm
Not sure when I will arrive
It takes it's time to get inside

It passed right through my first two
And ripped the third, it tore my view
Arrhythmic beats to sudden stop
A nod I'd live, but pressures dropped

Bones arranged in arms
Feet and legs all march
No one left to please
I don't want to leave