there is no severity in a flattened iron casing that has become my heart br a robotic adaption made by me, where my glowing red eyes register the prize br of an engineer who can only save me, can only turn me back into a person br free me from these invisible bonds so I can once again stand on top of the clouds br that have somehow invaded my mind. br br all the black has degenerated into a red compilation of sensation, but I like it, tickling my brain like a phone on vibration, br like a tongue on a tongue in a face, but let's be real; br it's impossible to safely guess the unguessable, unsafe to guess the undoable, suicidal to reach the peak of who does what or who goes where.