There's Nothing to See Here, Kids

My brain feels out of place three feet above my head.
I'd like to rest but without it I'm afraid to go to bed.
Blood would have been nice, but all I've got are bruises.
The aftermath has the power to kill, but it only confuses.
I'm glad to be here, but with pain I'd like a show.
I want people to stare and be stunned by the afterglow.
I want them to panic, get on their knees and make the sign of the cross.
All I get, though, is this internal ache and brain loss.