The sounding from The sounding by PLNKA

Some thing inside I can't describe has
Opened up a hole
In me that I am desperately
Trying to squeeze closed
Pressure put on vital channels
Stop the fluid flow
Reverses course to hoard inside
I'm ready to blow

Infected and septic
It's poison
My heart swims in it

Identify the weaker side and
Slide in past the breach
Bless my tools and still my hands
As I prepare to reach

Injection to stretch and
To strengthen
Body's one last chance

These narrow strictures must be relaxed

Lubricate
Penetrate
Meditate
Rinse, repeat

Oh God
Oh God I'm
Oh God
Oh God I'm...

I let this evil build up
I played the largest part
Consumed without concern of
A place to stop or start
I payed no mind to sights and signs
And visions turning dark
So only I can undo
Only I can impart

Through bespoke words of power
That flash like sharpened darts
The goal's self preservation
Dilation's just the start

(I've had a change of heart)

Pull back out
Flood spills down
Find high ground
Hear that sound?

How's that sound?
How's that sounding?
How's that sound?
How's that sound?

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