They Thirst

My lips dribble to the wanted taste
A feeble buzz that grows within
My grasp hard and steady
It's early but who am I to doubt
They thirst

Golden fluid holds it's spell
The demon drink a rotting hell
Voices in my head rasping a taste
I cannot deny my heady haste
They thirst

It's the look you see
Sorrowed eyes that meet under the bloodshot lamps
All knowing the mirrors end
They thirst

Flow into me
Drown my weakness in the sound of the ghouls *****
His church be my next
They thirst

A last be my breath
They thirst

First in her hair she sat in silence
A quaintness behold
That charming smile
Held a life

And here I am
The nothing
Yet a promise
To her way

Only a writer writes the writer
A friendship almost to born
Their story to be told
Sees the writer write
their wall.

I say this from afar
A corner round the way
Don't shoot the happy  messenger
I'm here
I am the all

I could feel the winter creeping in through the windows
A white hue hung in the air
Fingers of ice ready to embroil me in it's pleasure
Yet I was warm and made of toasty
Yes
These are the good days

My roof was sound as the wind announced its arrival
I smiled a whistle
Singing the only creak to be heard as I opened a full cupboard
I was ready to devour
Yes  
These are the good days

Time does now tick as my age turns to grey
A smile of great memories
Crying sadness of old loss
My role to remember
A job to create such
I look down through the blur
These old hands all now wrinkled
The good days all gone

You think it's about you
Haven't got a clue
Wishing your importance
The usual crew

I live it on the edge
Made it my place
It's really quite beautiful
And so was you

You think it's about you
Haven't got a clue
You think it's about you
The usual crew

So now I sit there alone
Failing to fall
From the edge comes the call
Ending the all

You think it's about you
Haven't got a clue
You think it's about you
The usual crew

Sipping grapes to sigh
My love
our life
You think it's about you

Your words make you look ugly
That mouth all flabby
It's not too nice
You acted the mouse

Prance like that dancer
Sting like a bee
Your still so fooking ugly
Ugly you see

Where once was a flower
Pretty and light
Now stands such bitter
Crooked and spite

I won't let it
Stop me in sleep
I'll walk right over you
Your ugly ..I'm right

Read as you see it
Look in the mirror
Ugly you be
Like your words

So the music crackled
I'd had a start
No words to follow
No beat to heart

I didn't know it
A tune elsewhere
A party started
Crowded cheer

They sat around
And glowed their phones
Whilst I was raving
There's a party in my head

There's a party in my head
Dancing with the dead
There's a party in my head
Dancing with the dead

All I wanted was to hold
Wrap my fingers
Feel your close
Sway with me

There's a party in my head