Darken Thy Fluids

Skin is cold seeking change in temperature eating insects
Flicking out my sticky tongue and wrapping it around a beetle
Slurping green blood crunchy pleasure the way of life
In the desert my day of strife is my routine heat my sanguine
Way of sungods battle has begun I must accept it
But it is no match for speed the quickness of my vision
In slow motion I perceive a trick and lash out with teeth
Gods of the dark blood show me your infinite wisdom and
Guide me through death so if I may die reincarnate me