Why I Drive Sober

I don't know why I drive sober But I do She unearthed our latent urge Of wanting to check out Antaura Antaura of the sea You're shy to the touch All I want from you is your jealousy You ponder the meaning of Eat Her Out, Leftovers Tomorrow "Everything is blood and everything is death", she ejaculated hoarsely Listen to her Most intently Most earnestly Towering above you Acumulating The grey bodies of everyone you couldn't save Everything has been said a gazillion times before This is however not why I don't talk They celebrate the complete disintegration Of her already shattered ego Discombobulated Yet takes the pain in stride Thus do we know her Thus do we leave her Behold his persistent lust for licorice Inflamed pickles Her face is trapped in BLACK AND WHITE Forever there on the cover Sticky finger prints on her forehead On her cheek bones Chin and neck They do not want to listen Just talk Stab Spit and tell Horrified I observe As you happily take them all on One after the other Even two and three at a time Your ravenous body is filled up to the brim So much so That there is not even a millimeter Or a particle's worth of space left And people around are like "Okay Life is already difficult enough for you No need to make it worse" It's like death But scarier Come closer You'll see