there will come a day when you
'll remove your tinfoil glasses & you
r cotton buds from your ears
& realize
there could'
ve been so much for you to taste
& even more for you to touch.
You say you'd skip the dinner part,
And go straight for the sheets,
Yet when you stride through air
Like a lion through a sea of blood,
I lose my mind,
My hands,
My pride.
I don't mind if I mean nothing to you,
There is a hunger in your eyes
That satisfies my cravings.
I'm thirsty for your blood
and thirsty for this knowledge
thirsty for your touch
and thirsty for your courage
I'm thirsty in the morning,
all into the night
thirsty when I sleep and thirsty when I tremor
I'm thirsty in my dreams and thirsty in your
bed
I'm thirsty when you sting me
and thirsty to be bled,
thirsty when you show me
how much you really want me
thirsty when you leave
and thirsty when you tell me
you've got no words left to speak
I'm thirsty when you fall
and thirsty when you bleed
I'm thirsty for your blood
thirsty for the seed,
and thirsty for your drainage
thirsty for your thoughts that I can make my own
I'm thirs
I can't say 'I love you'
And mean it anymore.
You're glued to a wall
Where you're spoken by language
And acted by beggars.
You're hung to a ceiling
With spiders and nails,
Crawling and digging throughout
Most of your skin.