Fire in My Veins
by Silk
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copyright 1998

The king's torturer has no skill
To surpass this agony
My limbs trembling with want

Beast's terrible claws
Have left no mark as deep
My skin quivers in antisipation

Poison's cloying taste
Has left no honey as sweet
My lips burn with need

The sun's bright rays
Can not blind me so
My eyes yearn for the sight

The depths of Tartarus
Hold no agony in comparison
My soul cries out in hunger

This fire in my veins
Burning through to my core
What is this I feel?