Implied.

A floating bout of forgetfulness
(amnesia)
and I rack my brain for salvation.

I have a warm cloth and a sheath to stay sane in,
why did you pull me out?

I’m left bloodless, the pressure tortured me
and the cold coming from inside is insane;
help required, applications accepted

Human hearts resemble crack pipes –
they get a lot of shit put through them
and they help kill people.

Ethereal sensical delusions try to save me,
for I fear you cannot.