I wasn't human.
I was thirsty.
Nothing real food can cure.
I could see the blood.
Pumping inside others.
I desired the warm red liquid inside.
I want it.
I need it.
I thirst for it.
I would kill for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow that is one scary peom, but it's interesting!