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[title] => The Slither . . . Ben
[time] => 2007-06-27 13:57:20
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[bodytext] => Imagine something devouring you from the inside out, something feelingless so that it can only appreciate by using your sences. Only what is pain to you is would be the equivelant of orgazmic pleasure to it, and it's appetite is stimulated by your vibrations an aphrodeziac if you will, with it's hunger growing more veracious as you scream that is of course untill you can scream no more but not to worry, cause then it's you who'll feel it's vibrations as it digest you whole and still alive inside of it's system, enjoy your journey my friend, you've certainly earned it . . . A grim nocturnal episode goes on inside of you, trust not thyself to slumber for you know what it can do. Laboriously night after night into the morning sun, fear not for you and the slither shall soon entwine as one. Every moment your alive to death you'll closer be, for to a slither's taste buds your quite a delicacy. feel the slither breathing as it pulsate's in your spine, the way it feel's you screaming as it sip's your blood like wine. Slowly squirming in your guts as you toss and turn excreting into all your ruts as your intestines burn. With no escape still you must lie within your bed wishing you could die, louder grow's it slurping sound into your throat the slither's bound. Ripping you from inside out from life you'll now depart, as the slither sucks you through it's mouth you can feel it's beating heart. Ferociously you struggle as you fight for every breath, knowing that it's pointless as you slowly meet your death. The slither has you in it's grip you've lost all your control into it's pit of bile you slip it's swallowing you whole. To no availe you try and scream inside it's walls of slime, perhaps it's all a horrid dream and you'll wake up in time. But screaming only make's the slither hunger for you more, it's over now as you lie dead amidst the slither's core. Ben [comments] => 7 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 13 [informant] => myheartsvoice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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