Glowing, intrinsic
Thought patterns cease
Writhing, refusing
To feed the beast
Electronic pulses lead me to feel
A vacancy in society
What is even real?
A cold mechanical gloom
In the garden of Eden
Anxiety abloom
Sticky fluid of cerebral refuse
Drips and builds puddles underneath
The creature upon a throne
With greed and fear for teeth
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STILL WORKING ON IT! Just an idea I had while working on yet another failed attempt at poetry.
I dunno. I lost all ability. -_-
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