What is this raw and raging thirst?
This graven enemy
That sets itself against my words
And makes a fool of me
What is this savage, silent plea
That rages ‘neath my skin
And claims the very heart of me
In torment deep within
What is this strange and soulful dirge
That mourns the quickened dark
Tracing the tide where echoes surge
Yet never leave a mark
What is this lonesome melody
That whispers in my quill
It is the frozen agony
Ink teardrops cannot spill
J~
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