I guess it’s just me and you little guy 
laying here with our heads cut off but we’re still walking around 

wondering why? 

My brain is gone. 

it’s some where over there 

but my feet are still walking and moving

they don’t seem to care.

Bumping into walls, going in circles 

man.. What word rhymes with circles? 

I can’t think like that anymore.

I’m just a floor cockroach. 

stepped on and forgotten..

does anybody care about us anymore? 

or did your hearts all go rotten? 

I think I’ll end my metaphor with one final food for thought phrase..

we are all headless floor cockroaches just trying to get out of this maze.