That tingly spine rapture,
Back-of-the-head adrenaline flushing,
It is ASMR,
There's no end to the triggers existing,
But you must let them in,
Soft, sibilant sounds shushing in your ear,
Why'd you search for more than this elation?
It's there for a reason, like your stomach,
It has just starved to death,
But what you killed can come to life again,
It will e'er have soul left,
It's what makes you,
Connects you to the source,
Let the euphoria wash away gloom,
All the good things for you will run their course.