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My body is a sponge
Soaking up the mess I made inside
Not enough yet
Still not enough

I cant get there on this
It wont get me there
To the top of the stone castle

Porous body
Absorbing everything I broke the night before
The inner child sits in the corner
Lapping up the residue

I feel it now

The shift from first to third
Infant, adolescent, to old age
Devour the white meat they are given
With room for more

Sounding the drum in my chest

Alert the fleets!
Gather the militias!
Its that time again
When the drum beats against the cage

Vessels start to burst
And tremors seize control

I am soaked
And leaking on the floor
The damaged parts slough off
Things start to tear

Its that time again
Time to dissolve.