People want to be obsorbed by meat
Others strive to be it
Either task involves face fucking, it hurts when it goes down. When your heart could just burst of glorious blood thirst and anguish.
Truly wishing you were dead because you are a sleeping beauty,
Light turns to black and welcomes the inevitable devotion to the pain that does not feel or heal. Your hole stretched out to become a casting of the meat.
It beats you up.
What we should have done is gone that way this way then that way. We didn’t do that