Get the Juices

​Born in the doubt
Of wild youth
Biting hard
With a rotted tooth.
When the fang stings
Instead of brings
The blood flood
Dud thud
Drought is assured,
And the only way cured
No choice but to voice
Pleas to the sky
Beg it to cry
Cuz the heart can't pump       
From the river run dry.
 
What's empty is always
Willing to hide,
But may very well
Rise with the tide.
Out thru the inside,
Leave bones underground.
The message in the bottle
Floats till it's found.
 
Chthonic
Euphonic
Catatonic inducer
Laconic
Hedonic
Aphonic producer
Whispers on paper
Solid as vapor
Wake the vacant gaper
For another reckless caper
Steal a chance
To be a world shaper.
 
Toothless
Hardly useless
Turn those hands into knives
Ruthless
Get the juices,
So tomorrow thrives.