Thirst

Here is a something I wrote in '98.

How do I feed this thirst?
The thirst that tugs on the inner depths of my empty well,
waiting to be quenched by the life blood of my victims.
Searching and waiting patiently for just a drop to pull me through.

I search the streets around me, stealthily combing the alleys of
hopelss souls, of my unsuspecting victims. Looking to fill this well,
so that I may feel that satisfaction of being fulfilled once again.

How do I quench these lips?

-Ali