Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Was a disbeliever ’cause I thought t’was a hack,
That phrase spewed by suspicious quacks.
Recall if I may, “You shall never go back.
Once you open your hole and dare to go black.”

Tingle your flesh; feel the hot sensation.
Awaken your senses, feed your imagination.
You’ll be addicted and beg for more pounding
Of your veins and muscles, ’til your heart’s palpitating.


This was originally published on February 26, 2019.

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