You put your mouth round Suck it down Do it again The hunger gnaws The minutes crawl Each ventrical stalls And calls you to fill Its driest of voids Clean, chasmic annoyance Pulling and culling Your senses are drilled The black marrow trips Youre nothing but twitch And wish you could stitch Yourself into stone Surrounded and tucked Your soul stripped and sucked This shit out of luck Overcrowded, alone Ill wrap myself around it Crush it till it swallows me...
chasmic, ventrical, driest, culling, annoyance