93 days un till the end
Lost in the binge, mirrors in a dark cave by fire light. After a certain point you realize the projection, hands covered in blood taking the time to reminisce. Long beautiful hair slashed rivers in your soul, her smile a cosmic tremor that makes your body quiver with desire. Out of nowhere her scent surrounds you threatening the edge, how long can you last now. In the last moments of consciousness as her voice penetrates the tears begin. Slowly the fire in the cave begins to die Its last beams of light shatter violently through the mirrors, leaving behind the void. Lost somewhere out of consciousness, it's 93 days un till the end.