Our beasts are free.
Wild fires burn in my veins
full of fresh blood.
No innocent is safe
now that I am done pretending
to be tame.
I can no longer distinguish
between pure heart
and black heart,
so I drink from them all.
Their blood tastes the same,
guilty or not,
and I cannot stop myself
from indulging.
Each drink brings more thirst,
more craving,
more need.
I almost meet the morning sun,
such is my drive for blood.
Only my wolf
tugging me back to the shadows
saves me.
She can continue the hunt,
feed her fill,
as the sun beams its rays
over February-frozen ground,
and I envy her liberty.
~Drake
Wild fires burn in my veins
full of fresh blood.
No innocent is safe
now that I am done pretending
to be tame.
I can no longer distinguish
between pure heart
and black heart,
so I drink from them all.
Their blood tastes the same,
guilty or not,
and I cannot stop myself
from indulging.
Each drink brings more thirst,
more craving,
more need.
I almost meet the morning sun,
such is my drive for blood.
Only my wolf
tugging me back to the shadows
saves me.
She can continue the hunt,
feed her fill,
as the sun beams its rays
over February-frozen ground,
and I envy her liberty.
~Drake