The Thirst

Cracked lips and dead deserted eyes The gait of my walk will not decide One way or several shattered minds I carry these creatures due to their designs Absence of water keeps me still The passion I am will not distil Patience for everything that kills The beat of my heart is set on thrill This path a forest I can’t see The smell of what was in the silent trees No less a burden that I breathe I beg for the dead to set me free Betrayal satisfied by pain The contract of self signed in the rain My love is sounding more insane When this downpour of lust commends your game Awaken hearts that sit so still The passionate creatures that feed the thrill A thirst for lust that knows no lie The creatures of self together in mine