I was sitting here today wondering how I let myself become so lost. I was once so full of life I craved the coming night. Now I still crave the night but it's different. I no longer want to leave my quite little home. I used to be at a different club everynight, ran with a number of different groups. I spent more time out then I did at home. When I was out at a club I could feel the energy wash over and through me. I would turn into a cat in heat. Everybodys bodies pressing in on you their sweat running off them and onto you. It made me crave something primal. I would be out on a dance floor for hours never leaving my friends would bring me drinks and smokes. Now I have panic attacks not all the time but sometimes. That primal cat in heat feeling is no longer there. What's a girl to do? I miss that feeling. I crave that feeling. I think I am going to have to go out and see if I can find that girl in me.
Those that drink from my throat
Should abandon all hope
For I have an addictive flavor
One taste of me
Can bring you to your knees
And keep you by my side
For at least a century
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