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