I thought I might get tired of change.. to only realize change stays the same, and never was it hard to blame myself for anything. I wished it well. Well, I wished it'd fall upon its back, and I cannot tell where the rope ends. Please pull my slack. 'Cause tentacles are grabbing me. Extremities are limiting, and the only thing that I see.. great creature in tact. Creature grabs and pulls me tight and I feel it's warmth between my thighs, and it pressed its thorn into my side, but it's too deep, and i'm too dry to even bleed, or even wonder where I am.. Creature exits right. Your life was never your own, so now it's all mine. The creature retracts. He is now inside. I close his eyes. He opens mine. Great creature, relax. You're now full of sight. He takes a peak, then we shut our eyes.