It's a ravenous hunger, an all-consuming claw in the tight trap I writhe and groan a hunted animal, a prey captured, ensnared without a chase, without a chance, I had NO CHOICE. My voice sat on, by the magic of 99 now 9999999999, is small and whispers travel but ears are shut. Agony roars and misery engulfs but money is found in the bubble where vibrant reflections catch eyes and civilization floats on thin ice. Brink, seemingly horizon is advancing light speed and it will split to show what it is made of.