Thirsty

Arise do the temptations of my innermost thoughts which by lock and key had been banished Into the deepest corner of Hell's ninth whose icy grasp has engulfed my morale. Clouded do my thoughts become filled with greed..desire.. and sunlight fades as the clouds conquer the blue. On colorless perches the vultures wait as my strength fades and I slowly fall upon sins' doorstep. Abashed am I, the lost soul, whose cursed eyes see only darkness and whose beating heart lives black as coal. What am I that I thirst for pain and offer no mercy to the innocent beings? A beast not of this world; a cretin whose thirst is quenched of blood and tears. Wherefore does the warmth lie that shall so replenish me as I was and keep me from malicious acts that provide joy in the darkness?