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Sitting here all alone...
Well, at least
I'm not totally alone
I hear their
shrieking voice
The voice of thirst
The thirst for me, my blood.

Sitting here all alone...
Well, at least
I'm not idle
I'm here scratching my body
Scratching like a maniac
Leaving red bruises on my skin.

Sitting here all alone...
With a rage to **** them all
**** them with my bare hands
The ones who have caused me pain.

The ones, the monsters
Mosquitoes.
You are salt and sweet of the Earth,
Honey and sweat and wine and seas -
The kindling wood, fires of hearths,
The rush, sway, and rustle of trees,
You are thirst and quench of lands,
A forest and a desert rolled into one,
You are warmth and scorching hands,
My darkness, my light, void and sun.
I would've torn myself
limb from limb
to appease your hunger
but you still would't have wanted me.
I would've broken my bones
to build you a throne
but you still wouldn't have wanted me.
I would've wrung myself dry of blood
to quench your thirst
but you wouldn't have wanted me.
I would've skinned myself
to stitch you clothes
but you still would't have wanted me.
I would've burned myself
to keep you warm
but you would still leave.
Are you free tonight?

May be
Yet undecided
Whether to join you or not

Let me first be sure
What I need

A silent moment
A soulful music
A serious chat or
A sound sleep

Still I am not sure
Whether I need,
A cold beer
A hot lemon
An exotic coffee
Or Just
The delighting thirst
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Friday Air
One day I awoke reborn
Though I may not be a vampire
Gone is the life I once desired
Seduced to love and left to mourn

Falling in love was accepting the curse
Hunting for the next sweet taste
To be lost to the ever aching thirst
Alone with ghosts of ones who escaped
@LadyRavenhill 2018
julianna Sep 4
Maybe if you hydrate my psyche with a kiss, I won’t thirst anymore.
Wided Ben Jul 17
With full stomachs we sleep hungry, and with ****** fists we fight for peace.

With soiled mouths we pray,
and with the finest words we slay.

At the peak of our humanity, we developed a cure to everything but to the nostalgia for our beastitude.

We speak of noble pursuits like the heirs of truth, and ***** gallows to celebrate justice.

We mapped our roads with the trials of history and hit them with the promises of the future

yet, we still haven’t learnt how to breathe without trying to own the air and each other’s lungs.
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
come if you're thirsty, come if you're stained
come if you're weary, come if you're pained
come to the water, the bread and the blood
come to Christ's soul-saving covenant flood
there's no one too *****, no one too poor
no one too broken whose faith He'll ignore
come if you hear Jesus calling your name
come to be free of all guilt and all shame
come if you're willing to cast out old strife
come lay your burden and take up new life
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