Fingers, oh how they tear flesh as I feel every muscle, fibre of my heart taken
Ripped out of skin, alive and beating dead
The endless, insistent noise that desires passionate madness
Oh how it does
How it seeks, wants,
Craves to drink, and feed, and drown
In its own blood, gargling, choking
Drinking itself to survive

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 977 AF.