At first, there’s pain.

Oh, there’s pain.

It’s the raping of your soul, the violent breaking of your bones.

It pushes through your veins like shards of glass mortality.

And you’re scared, you’re screaming.

But you needn’t worry because it’ll be the last time you fear anything.

Everyone you love, everyone you knew.

The people you fucked and the ones who fucked you over.

All of them fading away.

They’re waving good-bye in a void made of distant memories.

Then, you wake up.

A clean fucking slate, a shell of the person you once were.

But you’re not empty.

No, not at all.

You’re filled with something good, something dangerous.

And it’s hungry.