Some drink,
While others take pills,
Yet my vice is of a distinct kink,
A thrill on the brink of chaos,
What I desire cannot be bought,
For what I seek is to burn,
Burn for the rush of forgotten souls,
Candles ablaze with intense desire,
Wings flutter wildly inside me,
While my heart leaves my chest,
For this thirst for blood,
Is my thrill, is my quest,
A Sense of Clarity 