Thirst.

Drop by drop, drip by drip,
Seep into my lonely corpse,
Diffuse into my thirsty veins;
Oh, for the sake of love.

An ache in the hollow chambers
Yearns to find its eternal cure;
Months of rotting in the grave
Have snatched all its vivacity out.

So drop by drop, drip by drip,
Seep into my lonely corpse,
Diffuse into my thirsty veins;
Oh, for the sake of feeling.

An ache in the hollow chambers
Burns and scorches in vain
The deadly ice from winter's kiss,
Hoping to ignite the sighing hope.

So drop by drop, drip by drip,
Seep into my lonely corpse,
Diffuse into my thirsty veins;
Oh, for the sake of passion.

An ache in the hollow chambers
Silently shrieks out in agony
While truth and lie blend to one,
Dissolving all experiences to illusions.

So drop by drop, drip by drip,
Seep into my lonely corpse,
Diffuse into my thirsty veins;
Oh, for the sake of perception.

An ache in the hollow chambers
Battles day and night to revive
Heartbeat shredded to bitter blood;
Tearfully nagging this slit undead organ.

So drop by drop, drip by drip,
Seep into my lonely corpse,
Diffuse into my thirsty veins;
Oh, for the sake of life.

Drip by drip, drop by drop,
Make your home this hollow chamber,
Healing this ache intense of age;
Oh, all, for the sake of love.

~Swathya