With All of....
The pleasures in life.
I feed off, others......
Tragedy,
not.
Their happiness.
Which, spoils, my heart.
A poisoned fruit.
And, turns my dreams.
Inside out.
I waiting, to, share.....
But
Sometimes, with sleep.
I'm more closer, to death,
Than love.....
As each sigh,
slices, a sliver ........
from
my heart.
Giajl © Jim Love