Crimson Drink

Stars overhead
Ground down beneath
Blood runs thick
As I take a sip and say
More
The thirst I feel
The hunger I have
Cannot be satisfied
Give me that crimson drink
The dead mans whiskey
Such beauty
Much life
That has left
The sparkling night
As my kill count grows
As I feed the desire
I would ask for help
But help is not wanted
I am happy
I am glad
My thirst contained
My hunger bottled
By lifes fire
By that crimson drink