Emotions

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