Like naked thirst unleashed
insatiable thirst indeed
but you may never drink
the downside of your greed
Like froth of crass delight
inspite of morbid fright
but you may never taste
the breathing corpse inside
Like dancing centipedes
their ugly dreadful deeds
but you may never see
the ghastly filth they breed
And like devoured days
the carcass of your grace
but you may never know
your horrid twisted face
So call me from afar
your soul is left ajar
and you may never touch
my zealous seeping heart
Hushed is the strident wail
of sharp disdainful gale
and you will never sleep
decaying, wistful, frail