So many wrapped up coils of flesh,
The tissues boiling together.
And though no further I progress,
The indentions are made forever.
I cannot concieve the very aspect,
Of these coils balled up inside of me.
They burn through my soul, my heart they dissect,
My brain screams in frustration, wanting free.
Of the burdensome columns of bodies holding me in,
The sour distances laughing at my petty attempts.
Bittersweet perspiration beading on my brow, dripping to my chin,
All my efforts and all my trying, no reward it presents.
Inside of your mind I can see what you're saying,
I grit my teeth and try harder, they having it so easily.
How is it possible for such a creature to be that way.
