My gaze averting, masked in claws and matted fur. I now see the shell you carry all too clearly, a rudimentary carapace.
I literally see it coming undone. Totally blind to what is visible, I am over-powering machinery. An excitatory and/ or inhibitory travesty.
A collective burden that cannot be articulated out loud. This unwanted armor, born an unwilling warrior!
Acute everlasting circuitry! I cannot quit you, but you can quit me!
Oh, how you pound relentlessly on these walls...
sickeningly stuck to the vital cycles.