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Sometimes all I need is a jive
A heartbeat or a pulse
I hear it, I feel it
Even numbed out
or faded into sounds.

In the crowded rooms,
I feel the weaker blood first.
Pumping slowly through someone
Beating slowly in my head like a drum.

Thirst.Thirst.
Thirst. Thirst.

My lips lick themselves.
My mouth waters.
I follow the faint smell.
Like metal or iron.

The once low pulse
now deafening
Belongs to the man
now looking at me
Staring, glaring.
He knows. He knows.

"No, Not me" his eyes say
They beg "Please, not yet."
"Please, I want more time"

But my thirst says
"Sorry old man, but you have no time left."