The terror of dreaming about self inflicted lust, lashing at the back of my forward distractions, my errors HAcking and skratching on my frontal lobe reaction With I used you for sex today claim her, without a name Your distraction is heaven the shallow tremblings, only sustanence can make me relevant Such a stance is mediocre at birth so I She was born to feed me ill divine will this one will hurt, and she will be the one to forget It sings like a song that was born self aware, drinkings me to death, drinkings me to lifeless with every death we wish her good health