The pain drives me to the ground
The night seems without sound
The fields surge and I shake
There rises a need to bloodthirst slake.
The pain flows as for control I reach
The night thickens as strength I beseech
The fields surge and respond
The bloodthirst screams and is gone.
19 September 2001 shadowwv
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