Bloodlust

Bloodlust
Bloodlust dripping from the young wounds of no trust
A fever summer, the hottest that I remember
It’s hard to figure how to live in innocence
With no handholds, that which slips through it’s fingers
Out of sight, out of mind, out of chance, out of time
I wait patiently for a return to glory
The same story repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating