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
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