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