Twisted Disc- 06

Beyond the rise, perch a ghastly spectre. If ever it had a mouth it would be grinning the glee of a laughing child. From unfaltering design to an imperfect ruin, it bears the limbs of those unknown, mangled and disfigured held connected by a wire, upon it's protruding rebarb back, it holds a corpse in many ripping apart it's limbs as if a horrifying dance of forever bounding love. Just as a defiled disc forgets it's memory, just as so this hulking flaw. As it attempts to cram down and ingest a corpse, the disfigurement and self mutilation of this process leaves pocks, giant gashes and numerous liquids leaking from this excrescence horror. Yet still, without long it manages to compress the corpse within it's cavity, for it be but a malfunctioning bioreactor, it's twisted figure clenching onto what little visage of the past remains, while itself only to dismantle. It's as a ingot of rot, a tattered cast sapped of what was, maimed, deformed, lacerated, ruptured and butchered beyond what even the gyrated corpse is.