Like a vampire afraid to evolve into rust
I'm trying to bury myself under sand and dust.
I hide from the sun - from arising ferociuos beast
That's going to suck my blood or my tears at least.
I hide from the sun and I hide from ongoing thirst:
It isn't last and it has never been the first.
I started to feel it when I was a humble child.
This thirst bit at me and it was not mild.
I now need a shot to escape this enormous pain,
or I just have wish to have ramblings in the rain
Exposing my face to storm and my ears - to roar...
I can't keep my word about all of the things I swore.
I'm not like a flower that drinks from the humid soil.
I don't have the urge to experience offered joy.
I have thirst for love, need to soften my dried-up heart.
Feel ugly. And can't expose what I have inside.
1998.03.10
Thirst
© Copyright: Naktyse, 2003
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