Cast your gaze aside, the shame festers in my stomach, plague filled and wretched, this is my plight, my curse, my tribute, I revere your blooming glare, so sickening sweet, halt your gaze upon me, I don't need your pity. .
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Cast your gaze aside, the shame festers in my stomach, plague filled and wretched, this is my plight, my curse, my tribute, I revere your blooming glare, so sickening sweet, halt your gaze upon me, I don't need your pity. .
I crave your teeth in my neck, your glare burning me from the inside, this violent ache thrills and drives me into your void, through moon and star, a suffocating blanket of snow smothers my senses, my only hope is your disdain.
Force me down, rip into my neck, let me gnaw my way into your soul, I can't exist without your scent, I'll tear and bash through these walls that bind me so, I stare into this void poisoned with claustrophobia, I long to be free of your chains, I'll find a way, I'll dance in the fire of your mind, through fire so cold, my bones to ash and my skin to snow.
Gnaw into me, you've cast your gaze aside and bit into my flesh, despair wells within my heart, why can't you look at me, sink your teeth into my throat, I'll give you all of me, look upon me with scorn and exaltation, to satiate your hunger I'll carve your will into my heart, I must bite at the hand that feeds and drive my teeth into your flesh, your quintessence cascades upon me, look at me, I will bare your hunger beside you.
Claw at me, carve your way into my flesh, cascading my blood spilt and pooling, sever, bore through and rip out my lungs, once you find my heart you can cut it from my chest, press my hand to your face, I'll stand in your stead and face your pain, compelled and obliged, for me to be enslaved to your heart, I'll breathe your blood evermore.
Sink your fingers into my skin, Rip out the tendons from my arms, Twist my bones and build me anew, Tear me to pieces and cast me into internal bliss, Fall with me into detrimental ecstasy.
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I took a nap that lasted like 6 hours. I dreamt that I was watching Jerma's stream it looked like a special stream since he wasn't streaming in his usual spot. Apparently he was house sitting for someone who owned a mansion but for some reason out of all the rooms there'd be in a mansion he decided to stream from their meat locker.
The stream started with the lights off and he was being spooky by letting the metal door swing open and close which made this loud apocalyptic sound he stopped doing this bit because he got jump scared and decided it was too spooky for him.
He then made an appearance on cam but the room was almost pitch black the only light being in the room from the pc. The only thing that was on the cam were his legs, for some reason he was wearing shorts, but not like up to his knees but like booty shorts, his legs though looked like something from a horror movie. They were bone skinny and there were like black gangrenous patches. Everyone in the chat kept spamming deer legs.
Eventually the room light turned on and I could see he had these fake legs just standing on a table that had like food and sweets the camera panned over to him and he was standing on a table wearing a sleeved shirt, booty shorts and socks. He was talking about something but since it was a dream it just sounded like he was speaking backwards and forwards. Every now and again he'd crouch by some food on the table and nibble on it before standing straight up and kept talking and tip toeing around the table.
Those fake legs were still in shot too and he just didn't address them eventually some guy came up to them with hedge clippers and and just cut them in half, put them under his arm and walked off camera.
It ended when he decided to start dancing and then eventually fell off the table I don't remember if he came back up but he was just lying on the ground making obscure donkey noises.
But yea I eventually woke up and was so confused but still found the dream fairly normal as a Jerma bit. It made me think about The Horror and how many other Jerma fans are having cursed dreams about him.