I used to chase the stars stained upon the sky,
that once bore a violent desire,
that melted away long ago.

Now I chase the scars marred upon my core,
But the race is over, the chase is no more,
I’ve caught it and the fight is won,
And I begin to float into a nothingness,
in which I slowly start to drown.

Now I may smother my undying thirst,
As I hold it in my palms and raise it to my lips,
A rush captures me,
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
Death’s lips against mine.