Red thumps and pulses thwacking against the large interior wall
Wires send signals to call the bulbous mass into action but nothing prevails
What is left is the raw juice that wiggles into the iridescent soul to make its mark
This is were scars are formed
This is where the deep cuts bleed out into the fleshy mass to form chaos and anarchy
This is where I live
I regret every decision that led me here, although my nature dissaproves

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