Sometimes my thirst can feel comfortable as soft slippers; other times it stings like bitter sweat in your eyes. A simple scent, or mere action can wake the thirst; it has child like tendencies, and will pester incessantly to get what it wants. Every thought returns to blood. The thirst will drag me kicking and screaming, it's like a madness that consumes me that is only sated when i break the skin of my victim; only then the thirst abates, soothed back to sleep by the glorious warm sweet taste of blood.

Contented; until it emerges once more!