That frustrating feeling
Like waking up with a
half remembered dream
Scream of your soul
When you do something that
made your heart to rest
Thirst of blood, flowing liquid
beneath your tongue
That lust of doing something wrong
Looking in the mirror knowing
it is not you
Having a clue about something
inside has died
You get the reward.. Still feel
hollow and put it aside
Like that squirrel that forgets the nut
she brought to eat
Tree grows from it but the squirrel
is long dead...