perpetual

perpetual hunger never fed

feel the envy that it will feed

perpetual night without the sun
cast off the light that can never succeed

perpetual beat of death without life
we bled but we will never bleed

perpetual need for more outside our grasp
in black and white and unable to discern 

perpetual fang and lips whispers in search of words

fastened secrets restrain yet often felt after they burn

 

I’ll let you catch your breath
if you would please catch my sigh

as we enter our endless death
given that without a pulse, still we never die

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have a fascination, more slight attraction to those things that go bump in the night...

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