Thirst
My thirty-fourth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena.
This is my thirty-fourth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena, a more subdued than my usual offerings.
The music I have chosen is "Water" by Frankie Laine.
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Water, Water Everywhere
And There Is Not A Drop To Drink
These Lines Now Come to Haunt You Here
Your Spirits Are Starting To Sink
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In A Boat, A Blazing Sun
Becalmed, And You Are Lost At Sea
Your Throat And Skin Now Start To Burn
On Fire Inside, You Want To Scream
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You Canβt As Your Throat Now Constricts
Coughing Up Blood, And Feeling Sick
Life Is Fading On Dark Water
Helpless Carcass, Ripe For Slaughter
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Vicious Beaks Are Tearing Your Flesh
Carrion Now, A Bloody Mess
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Good one.
Oooo, love the vicious beaks tearing the flesh! You never fail to entertain me with your dark poems! You're absolutely fantastic!
Hauntingly glorious - great job!
Creatively disjointed yet seamlessly flows.
Vivid and powerful -- Coleridge would've concurred.