you just you get drunk and you think you're gonna pour your soul out into sad poems but you've got no words to explain anything you've run out of ways to say "I don't feel anything anymore and I cry all the time and i feel like ****" so you just you get more drunk
i will not try to fill the void i'll let it fill me my face will be set on stone cold my hands will shape into claws my mouth with make no noise but hungry, vicious my eyes will pierce and my body will transform a fine creature it will make me