The brain is a machine

Pit

A parasitic flower is my unwanted brain
Stain my heart in crimson red
Dead flys float through blue rivers
Shiver as they flow, coarse through my body
Body and mind were once connected
Dissected at the very strand, the foundation
Condensation covers my lenses
Tense is the hollowed logs firmed to my senses
Condense my tired soul to a circle

And end this sinful life of torture