Muse: Mild Orange
Peeling and eating away at the infected area,
Sharp pains they crowd around the nerves,
Leaving air to hit the outer banks,
Stinging and draining self love all over the ground,
Pouring healing molt liquor all over the wound to pause the distress,
Trying to stop the leaking from getting on my versace dress,
Spilling me towards the ground hopefully the world will sound off and pay attention now,
Praying hands out in submission please stop the agony that comes with it,
My friend she picks me up off the ground and patted my hair down,
While rolling her finger tips across the lower creases of my face,
She quietly whispers this will only get worse,
Unless you hold your hands up towards the fiery pit and chant with us,
My heart it begins to race faster with more pressure,
My eyes watery with tears and defeat,
At the end she patches me up with a skin wrapped napkin,
Parts my legs wide open to thank me for doing such a good job,
I don't know whats burning more this paper cut or this demons lust towards my vagina,
Moments later all of her friends join her,
Begging and clawing at each others necks to feast upon me,
I don't try and stop them I just let them go at it,
Closer and closer towards climax my teeth seems to have grown a few inches,
Hair blossoms on my lower abdomen, wrists and legs,
I reach up to feel a set of horns,
They have betrayed me,
My eyes turned mild orange through the night,
I went from wiccan to ware wolf,
Now hungry enough to feast through the night,
Peeling and eating away at the infected areas...
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