Deep down on the sins of the darkest vortex
Gore lust with a touch of numb limp fear
calling what was once complete what was once naive and sweet
Blinding the senses of what one used to be
Yes stir senseless disfunctional of self
Tentacles sliming through the gate to virginity
Is being discarded to let the vet of the dead arise
Inexperienced
The sudden sting sudden black out...
The layered texture of torture, the abyss
Anti gravitational of the unexplained sensation
Somewhat pain and somewhat pleasure
The food of lust
The draining of the past orgasmic mental damn
Reversed psychology
What made sense to
The victim of pleasure
Spewing
The negative affect
Traveling with the speed of light
The parasitic force from the tentacles
Ejaculates, the black slimes searching
With the exception of what was told
Repeated and creepy crawling through cavities
Carry on with the mission
The mission of confusional senses of pleasure and pain