Alone in my loneliness
My soul tortured by time
My shouts are evil like in the middle of the night
Not being able to touch thy flesh ,nor taste thy blood
My mind faints away and feels you
My desire to taste thy flesh is raging
Allowing myself by the wind, letting be pushed by time
Nature has made me what I'm now
A cold,blood thirsty and stone like creature
Closing my eyes remembering the taste of thy life flooding my veins
Unable to contain my sense plainly
Wind has guided me to your presence
Longing for those last remains of plain violence
Tearing myself off thy flesh, hasting from your blood
I enjoy this instant to taste every present bit of time
Wind has calmed , silence has come back for few moments...only... |
