behind enemey lines;

......

It runs thru my blood.

Constantly....makes me itch...

Sometimes skin deep itch.or a mental itch of immortalitee.

Swellin of pain suffers n drowns my interal soul...

Mind and body submerged with the thought of involuntary infection.

Its in me.

It fucks with me mentaly n physically.

N sometimes verbally.

If I kould subtract the pain...best believe I would..

N sex wouldn't help...it jz creates the rebirth of a evolutiin..

And openin upp that unknown world only adds fuel to the alreadii lit fire...

And the fire that burns around me...

Burns within me..

My skin has 3rd degree burn..

My brain has been boiled.

My heart beats very slow...my heart is solid steeel with the heat temp defined equilibrium within it...

My lungs are captured by the temp of the heat allowin them 2 collapse within the waves of motion.

My all internal values are controlled by anothr.........

N this is a gift tht keeps givin...

And I happend 2 recive the gift thru force...

I ddnt accept it on my own..

N the gift I've received is a everlastin gift of damage....

N the damage is army of knives....

The pain is sharper than the actual penetration....

N the mental state inhibits a human and has the confused 4 the rest of thir life...

They must learn 2 know how this systems works... and must alwaiis be expecting company each time they decide 2 visit other neighborhoods..

Bkuz there's always some1 trespassing......

And I must be careful to make sure I protect myselff 4rm any intruders let alone any more visitors ...

My bridge is .and I can't allow any1 2 cross its path...4 they are at risk of evolving themselves within the world I have created amongst this shit......