Thirst کے بول

Followed by the thirst At honest gaze left broken and marred I am scarred Followed by the thirst Forever infected With a sharp, never-ending thirst Searching for comfort That I can never attain Followed by the thirst Dragging my knuckles Forward but through the mud Secluded lower form Sickened by my thirst for change Remove the canvas Scratching at the surface of my face I wanna start again I can almost taste it Thirst