• Rubber, copper, stainless steel
    Make this creature's central feel.
    Soft, texture, human-less mesh,
    Appear to mock a form of flesh.
    Resist the writhing and its grasps,
    There's no hope within these clasps.
    Ropes stick closely to every nerve,
    Flexing meets your every curve.
    Try to rip from your life,
    And you shall end up with more strife.
    Cut it, burn it, take much care,
    Risk your movement if you dare.
    Feel the change, feel the drain,
    As it fuses to the brain.
    Take its soul, take its sense,
    You'll never lose its influence.
    Someone comes, hands the cure,
    Forever will it stay impure.