Testo Black Screen - The Drip

Black Screen

Standing at the, edge, the precipice, the uninhabited void.
So close to the end.
You’ll be devoured, nothing left, long forgotten, nothing left of you,
changed to a new
Now be devoured, loathing test, lost and sought when, you are devoured,
contort and skew.
The black screen, the abominable demise, contorted and compressed even screams
can’t flee
The abominable black screen, gravitational pull, like a nightmare its darkness
weighs, on your body and soul.