He had a raging thirst,
One he couldn't stop
He was starving for too long
His fast would soon break
He was hungry for the taste
"one more time"
Blood would spill
"one more time"
For the chance to kill
"one more time"
Than he'll stop
"one more time"
Could get him caught
His tummy was empty
And he could hear his thought banging around in his head
One more victim
One more night
To quench his thirst
To kill his hunger
To murder
To be himself again
One more day
To Kill his hunger
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
