I don't think anyone can fathom how badly I want to be compleated. I want the oil dripping down my skin as it seeps into my body. I want my eyes to flood red as my flesh becomes metal. I want porcelain skin and robotic tendrils and flesh-devouring mouths to open up across my body. I want to become horror as I cry and laugh and scream a song I've never heard before. I want wings to burst from my back as claws extend from beneath my fingers and my eyes drip oil.