The Hunger, the taste I cannot erase
Sudden lust for red gold
putrid rage to take ones soul
Only in death will life be sold
Until the night turns bitter cold
The nocturnal seasons of my life
feeding conceiving as nothing matters
lost control for what is right
as the blood from your wound clatters
To the floor the sound of waste, the blood you cant taste
leaves you wanting more
bitter kisses & broken hearts
A lie in itself, bleeding for reconciliation
the time to realize that life passes within a blink of an eye
confusion, locked up inside, sealed away from everyone
the burning inside that keeps my soul free
the things that are brought up to make me, me.
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Written November 2nd, 2004
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