The Search

I’m searching for you,
craving for your blood.
I’ve searched in the trees,
the grass and the mud.

But I cannot find,
the soul which I do seek.
I cannot express it in anyway
but this one so bleak.

I feel you in the air,
I feel you all around.
But when I do find you,
I’ll find you in the ground.

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Living in Sin

If you loved me, it would be clear,
I’d be your only, you’d call me dear.
I’d call you darling and we’d settle in,
Not knowing that your love is my deadly sin.