BLUE PAINTED WALL

Separated from the very life of mine
I lie
And spread my toes
Inside the shoe

My brain
Out there
Clipped to the wall
By several sheets of painted tales
And man can stroll through
The corridor
Of yelling soul
And taste the insides
Released for gaze...

And blue
My blood gets every day
Anyone there?
Eager to drink it utill it's dried...
Until it's grey...?