My black abyss which is not a hole, but yet a Sai dagger in which i hold.
My prize relic so sharp and shiny. So tempting. It's calling me once again to come and comfort myself one again.
How do I escape this addiction so addicting. It's ripping my body and soul apart.
No sleep within weeks. Oh look at me, I'm starving, i need meat.
My flesh looks so tasty. My blood makes me thirsty. The taste so unreal. I still waste away, but why can't i feel.
A chunk of me is missing, mind body and soul, i guess i was wrong this black abyss is ... a Gorey festering hole.
