The daystar disappears.
I awaken. I’m desiccated.
I hunger. It takes over.
It blinds me till the
thirst
itself is feeding into me.
I roam, I find my treasure…
I want her with an ardour that is crushing.
She’s perfect, she quenches me.
I’m blinded by the
beauty
of this moment
I delve into her soul, it’s mine.
Her mind is my playground…I’m an
intruder
I view her life and drink on.
This is elysium. She’s
dying.
I want her heart, but she keeps it.
The pain that burns so perfectly
consumes
me and I’m spent.
Again, I’m detached with the
thirst.
I stare at the haunting orb above.
It sees me.
But I walk on.

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