“Blood Thirsty”

This burning desire and burning thirst

It’s painful to avoid it by playing along

Taking sight of the aroma of human pleasures

“This one is not apart of them”

The constant questioning of what I am

I thirst for others like a deranged drunk

Still I blend in against will and grimace

“This one is parched with thirst”

Why?

Why am I so thirsty for others?

So desperately hungry and yet at ease?

Poking at the flesh of my palms with needles

Focusing my eyes onto the veins

They’re such a sickly blue

“This one must drink…”

But drink what?

Blood?

To feel the thick, red wine, pass over my lips,

To feel the passion fruit of life graze over my tongue?

“This one is mortal, but immortal…”

How can I be both at once?
I’m growing starved

Famine is decaying my body

Physical hunger can hardly suppress this urge

It’s a deeper sense of starvation

Pleasure

Pain…