My Thirst
What is it I feel,
This want in my throat?
Is it love?
No, i know that feeling too well.
Is it sorrow?
No, i know that feeling too well.
Is it anger?
No, i have no need to hate.
Is it want?
Yes, but what do i lust?
Love? No.
Pride? No.
Lust itself? No.
What is my thrist for,
I wonder deeply.
Is it for drink?
For water?
For wine?
No, my thirst is different,
My thrist is a want,
A need,
My thirst, is blood,
My need, is crimson,
My want, is pain.
by
NightmareKnightAbsyntheposted on 01/27/2008
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