NO FEAST!
I see sharp fangs
In my sleepwalking
I will be devoured
By the beast
I can’t wake up
It has begun to bite me
From the time I was born
Choking on my own blood
The beast continues to feast
I sing through the pain
Alone
Running fast and hard
Don’t let me bleed to death
Notes of regret
Lyrics of fantasy
Hymns of a lost religion
A church with no congregation
Let me see the Revival
Screaming, shouting and sweating
Jumping from their seats
Let me walk on the water just one time
Let me hear them scream my name
Escaping the fangs of the beast
Who wants to devour me!
Standing, the wolf cannot have me!
THIS IS MINE!
God, let him not feast!
by Nadira Norjahan
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