A spiral into the sickening black void
A voyage into the unholy darkness
An airless drawstring bag
Pressure builds, rises, cracks the surface
Without warning gives in
Every muscle tenses, Every thought turns to the helpless victim.
Explodes.
Uncontrollable energy, bloodless lips
The face of a tyrant
The repetitive motion, The drums of hell
Suffocating in its own air, and yet somehow growing
Splattered with the worst kind of sin
Adrenaline surges.
Overflows.
Ready to strike again
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