The past came back to bite me again tonight Hungry he was, hungrier than the hounds of hell themselves Tearing off another piece so viciously And so unexpected...he's quiet you know Sneaking in with his non-reflective eyes there's no warning His talons are the reminder, in actual time, That nothing has changed. The past the same as the present only later.... after he waited so patiently until his appetite was more than he could withstand ravenous, bloodthirsty he is And I thank him. Good friends, he and I. Always arriving in time To grant another wound I can lick and a scar I can appreciate Bringing another revelation that a ***** in a bikini is easier to look at Than a beautiful soul...... A purposeless, lonely, beautiful soul. Thank you my friend. I enjoyed your visit. Come back and see me soon. Come hungry.