by Mortimer

Created on: January 30, 2009

Starvation overtakes me
On this dead end road.
You don't do charity work,
I know.
I die here in my hunger
For love you cannot show.
And death creeps ever slowly.
Oh, so painfully slow.
Unquenched desire wicks the
Moisture from my throat.
Suckling the nipple of darkness,
I choke.
I writhe here and wonder
When did I lose control?
As death reaps ever steadfast
Seeds I once did sow.
Decay gnaws at my heart,
Rot seeps inside my soul.
No longer alive inside me,
You go.
I cry, unleashing thunder.
Passion's final storm rolls
And death bequeaths eternal
Coitus you withhold.

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