deaths embrace

longing-poetry

denying death to a weary
soul is torture
beyond compare if its
time and nothing works but
you heard deaths words feel its
call beckon taste its aroma
and feel its embrace like a
mother that cradles its babies
close to the heart
fire free
and foe complete
heat me hear me
compel me
line me up and yell
lies to denies
close to
but not gotten
sparkle light
that dems in
command of demons
long should be forgotten
try to burn fires embers
burn to its hottest touch of
angers love and lost
childish laughter
haunt eyes of
tortured souls
that long to be
fed