Feel the cold gray matter,
that reeks of damnation.
The creeping feeling of inhibited passion,
lurking within the dark depths of the abyss.
Ever-seeking for the unfulfilled,
eating off the starved areas that have sought to falter,
forsaken and stemmed in failure.
All that is left,
feelings built on instincts,
no longer that of civilised malice.
Only stark content with base needs,
Freed.
Liberated.
No longer bounded.

-uninspired.