The Thirst

by Lost and Delirious   May 20, 2008


The blood on my lips,
drips off,
drip,
drip,
drip.

I can taste the blood,
I can smell the blood,
I can see, the blood.

All I want,
is more.

The taste,
smell,
and sight of the blood,
makes me, thirst for more.

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