Softcore Anatomy

Within the cage, that which surrounds the core There is much to behold Muscles, ire, veins, blood And one eternal liver Selfishly withholding a wisdom that very few reach Burrowed there, betwixt skin and bone, Like an aesthetic for solely the inquisitive to admire Worldly standards hold no weight to that which is concealed in the flesh It is a flowing existence with no true shape or form Yet the beauty in it is generous in kind As blood is something we all possess Still, it strikes a desolate fear in the hearts of us all But those born of a much stronger seed embrace the warmth of this life bearing crimson They show their appreciation with the blow of a dull blade And a grin that exceeds past the teeth