Drinking from the devils vomit...

Thats how i feel right now. I've felt it all day. Like some black possesed godless tar was being poured down my throut. So thick and sticky it never went low enough to reach my stomach and sticked to the sides of my esophogus making my chest...not hurt...bt but feel awkard. Like somethings there that isn't supposed to be. Making me want something I can't have.

My long tail flicks in the air as more and more of the toxic sludge is poured past my fangs. A long forked tounge reaches out as if to bath itself in the black syrup as it sloshes into me. It crawls slowly down further into me turnign my already black body into a living burial urn...a lidless container for the death wanting only to make me its home.

Lost in a black euphoria I take no notice of what it has and continues to do to me. My claws dig into the soft earth beneath me as the liquid reaches my core and coats it like hot tar over green grass. The sensation of the darkness spreading within me is sensually overwhelming, my eyes roll back in my head, my hands shake, my smell is gone and my tounge flows in a violent epileptic dance, now like the rest of his body coated in darkness.

Everything was dark. Everything was black. I was alone in my tortured santuary. Drinking deep in the devil's own disgorge. It was delicious and disgusting. Injesting the digested. 

Why it was poured so deep within me I do not know. But it was there. A black suffocating tar. I drank more and more, its well unlimited would empty inside me if it ever could. I filled. The black grime filled me and completed my hollow body, overflwing inside me. As I died slowly my eyes opened wide and my pupils rolled back into place to see...nothing was poured inside me. I was drowning in my own vomit. Killing myself. 

But it didn't matter, because soon the last gurgle escaped my lips. As the last bit of air rose and peaked into black floam on my opened lips my leathery wings spread for the last time and I fell....