hello,
i am the fool. i am the aftermath of how you felt when you chased after lust. i am the pain you will forget next time lust is around. it's a powerful thing, that lust. it hangs low in the undertones and its lines are slickly subtle. it tricks within until without is about to be filled. filled in, filled out, the flesh is about contact of ripe skin. that plumps at the touch and fills the mouth with sweet juice.


and then the juice dribbles down, stains the white shirt. the realities ripple in and punctured and bruised skin are whats left. lower than the hanging lust is this feeling; mistrust has set in. the lust consumed me with no regard to the damage, no care for the life after. my blood fetters. may God grant me strength against the beating of my soul.


revamp:

hello,
i am the fool. i am the aftermath of how you felt when you chased after thirst. i am the pain you will forget next time thirst is around. it's a powerful thing, that thirst. it hangs low in the undertones and its lines are slickly subtle. it tricks within until without is about to be filled. filled in, filled out, the flesh is about contact of ripe skin. plump at the touch, it fills the mouth with such sweet juice.

...

...and then the juice dribbles down, stains the white shirt. the realities ripple in and punctured and bruised skin are whats left. lower than the hanging thirst is this feeling; mistrust has set in. the thirst consumed me with no regard to the damage, no care for the life after. my blood fetters...

may God grant me strength against the beating of my soul.