Claim me to rid my mind of misery,
although do not weep when my inner grief
grants you no extra power like the ones before me.
I’m warning you now, dear Beast,
all you can gain from this consumption is weight -
I have no power left in storage - but I beg for this.
On my hands and knees; I beg for you
to quieten my screaming weakness.
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 5:44 PM UTC
Claim me to rid my mind of misery,
although do not weep when my inner grief
grants you no extra power like the ones before me.
I’m warning you now, dear Beast,
all you can gain from this consumption is weight -
I have no power left in storage - but I beg for this.
On my hands and knees; I beg for you
to quieten my screaming weakness.
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