Black piss and vomit trickle through your hands.
Clouds and black stars rule above your gaze.
You will salvage nothing from your entire life.
Grieve.
Spit coal.
Learn to love yourself again.
Drive yourself headfirst down.
The axis of occulted night terrors and the infinite yawn that lies behind the rot of old jilted lovers begging for.
Digging for the warmth in your arms.
Never felt so useless before. My flesh is gravel and my kiss makes sores.
When I am dead I will expand and consume you.
I only hope I leave a scar somewhere to blight your path.
All else fails. Hail Niburu.

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