movements so delicate and attracting, resistance is useless

it is routine and mindless, almost. the idea does not escape your brain

and what is it you do so subconsciously?

you dont care.

it is a cycle of devoid movement that you embrace every time.

because it makes you feel great, and it makes you feel happy.

it gives you a reason to live but unhealthy for it to be the only reason

the attempts to stop make you fall back into the mattress you once hated

it was the feeling before your birth.

you rip your insides open to feel unholy hormones attract receptors

it isnt of real life, yet you simulate what you call the epitome of life

you blame the ones that made you believe it is all you are for

the heart itches to come out of its torture room

but your body further imprisons and torments.

you can't control the divine machinery made to his image

you are destroying your programming by fondling with your wires

and the vessels cry out for help.

however, the vessels cries are misinterpreted.

so it keeps happening until it has had enough

until it is satisfied with its work

cut open from its mechanism to look at the final result and you frown

destroyed but functional

nothing but a husk of what was there

the house of innocence hollow

collecting dust, but waiting for its occupant to come in again

it's been waiting for 10 years