ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
I tear your skin until I am able to sit upon its throne of meat. I drink your crimson blood, I soak into your scarlet veins—let it drench through my throat until it becomes sore. Let my guts state its hunger, let my tongue yearn for the taste.
AND WE GNAW ON OUR FEAST,
SINNED TO THE PREY AS THE BEAST.
It is where I end, and you begin.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
I tear your skin until I am able to sit upon its throne of meat. I drink your crimson blood, I soak into your scarlet veins—let it drench through my throat until it becomes sore. Let my guts state its hunger, let my tongue yearn for the taste.
AND WE GNAW ON OUR FEAST,
SINNED TO THE PREY AS THE BEAST.
It is where I end, and you begin.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ