It's red and warm
When it flows
The hunger swarms
It's a sweet drip
It's not an acid trip
It's reality get a grip
Yet the hunger swallows me whole
Nobody left to save my soul
Yet my grey eye enthrall
Over the sweet drip drop
Blood plops
Nobody can make my hunger stop
By: Leah The Libra
COMMENTS
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Adain
08:22 Jun 09 2026
Leah, I'm so pleased you are settling in.
A poem is a lovely thing to add to your journal. A few members here are like to do the same along with stories — fiction /non-fiction, life updates, anything and everything ends up in members' journals here. There's always something to read in them.
I'll add some more honor points for you - you can see your total on your profile. Sometimes it may go down, I wouldn't worry about it if it does, they always end up going back up over time.
Cadrewolf2
09:04 Jun 09 2026
Excellent