Muscles twitch with data sparks, Flesh encoded full of marks. Nerves rerouted, veins rerun, My body's host to things undone. I glitch when breathing, fail on beat, My shadow loops beneath my feet. A corpus made of fractured thread, But somehow still, I’m not yet dead. This is the Corpus Glitch, Living in a body switch. I bleed noise and speak in static, Formed in code that's problematic. Skin uploads a fading scream, I’m stitched between the wake and dream. Organs whisper runtime logs, Thoughts infected by ghosted fogs. I’m running wrong, I’m patched and torn, My form’s not flesh— it’s glitch-reborn. This host rejects the natural flow, But I still move, so let it go. Error in the spine, Bug beneath the eyes. I crash but stay online— This corpus never dies. This is the Corpus Glitch, Living in a body switch. I bleed noise and speak in static, Formed in code that's problematic.