I’m Thirsty | Poem

What do you tell your soul,

When it’s dark elixir’s awakening?

You feel it in your breathes,

Like a choking you thrive.

What do you speak of Angels,

When they’re you, seeking more darkness?

You drink the glass of deaths,

Like water from the youth’s fountain.

What do you love of me,

When I’m of emptiness, which forces words,


When you are of sickness, which crawls in veins?

You see your soul in the eyes,

Straight, afraid, losing senses,

To become one with love of acceptance.

Why does your soul speak of pain, Deathra?



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