Find the Three Things You Hate The Most. Mix well.
Drink the darkness.
When it hits your stomach, you will feel it all pitch and melt together.
You will want to throw up;
Wait until it passes through.
By the time it reaches your toes, you will see yourself from above.
You will see the Devil leave you.
For a moment, it will appear that there is nothing left.
You will be weightless;
Skin and bones and a vast, friendless soul.
Then, you will breathe.
Your lungs may have forgotten the taste, but they will remember.
You have been here before.
And as you watched,
Angels will watch.
And as you cried,
Angels will cry.
You will want to stop them;
Let them save you:
That is why they exist.