im trying my best to abstain
from the thoughts
that make me want to eat you alive
i used to rely on the hearts of others
nutrients of their blood to fulfill my thirst
the things we do more than satiate me
no longer do i need
to break the ribs of empty promise
in order to breathe

echos of ageless souls ring aloud
they yearn to tell
the meaning of our pairing
something beyond the lust
of my gaze
past the sense of intoxicating vulnerability
why do they allow the wandering serpent to roam babylon
absent of knowledge of what’s to come
can he relinquish all inhibition
to reach the realms of nirvana
or will he implode like the the morningstar