Look beyond the matted hide
silent & still
slippery & warm
it lays gone.
The bones gleam
Pristine white.
There is no more fight.
But what remains?
A luxuriously soft weight
see how its essence still
pulsates…
Tag Archives: dying
dead and dying
young and old
dead and dying
when did we believe we were invincible?
when did we grasp immortality?
when was it ever judged fair to lose a life
where are the ones that never returned?
why do memories fuzz and fade?
why do we forget what will always remain true?
young and old
newly born and aged beyond
dead and dying
dying and dead
and yet
there are
the ones who are dying to be dead
pulsate
look beyond the hide
silent & still
slippery & warm
it lays gone
the bones glow pristine white
there is no more fight
a luxuriously soft weight
see how it still
pulsates
bite
Written long before “Twilight” mania existed…I do mention eyes…but not as creatively as Ms. Meyer’s did, 567 times. =P
As his papery skin rustles at my touch
I look into his once fiery cold eyes
Now all but closed and pale
Only now I gaze upon his pallidness
Ever before he beseeched me to leave him be
His feverish countenance so vivid so hungry
All I saw only of his fine days fully lazy and sated
My slumber ever unacquainted
His sombreness and secrecy ever unquestioned
Always so cold and deep
And then asudden glowing within
Amused yet distant
Almost afeared to be near me
Yet now here he begs afore me
Dry lips move to whisper
For just one soft light
Rejuvenating
Bite
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