Many times I send a sensual pulse to others. "Who are you?" "What am I?" Simple defense. I am your maker, cease to look any further. Taste me as I travel within you. No holding back, there won't be a question and give up searching for an answer as I pull you further into my own, you will know the inner working of a solid core. The cards are dealt, are you in yet? I will devour those who can never show who--what I am. Deeper, deeper...when will it stop? A constant spiral of disaster, another machine to taste, pondering the other form. Who is to say no. What will keep your attention? As I slowly strip what is left of your drive and smile back with a hard gaze accented with a truth of ecstasy... are you to wonder what it is you are looking at? An exit is what you found. A rabbit which can dissolve you into its own. Too bad you have ever seduced it.