Habit forming decrescendo.
Violence between heart and soul
as they dance and play,
The midnight clock sings her name,
but I answer only to the head of Rome.
Star light, star bright;
meltdown of the psyche,
and starvation of the soul.
As Jesse would have it,
do unto others, and her
first class consciousness,
betrays \the life I have contained
Within this neural networked brain.