I heard then impersonating in to the night Whispers seeking out lingering fading light I tried to stem the tide that slowly reverberated upon my nightly illusions, I was ever agitated
Their cries, a wanting for me to slowly converge on ever open nurturing's to be delicately submerged in the calling like a siren of their endless waling but I was without child an illusion of nights waking.
My eyes were still listening my ears hypnotized their true intentions were muffled and disguised as I wondered in the room senses seemingly unabated where truth in mourning was eagerly aggravated
Clambering upon my senses they milked my fears till I was slowly bled through countless tears I felt their pain on never knowing life but death now feed, then they savoured the formula of breath.
"Hush little one death never says a word, "Feed on the living until their breath is unheard, "And when they exhale that last momentary gasp, *"Never let it go hold it tight till you cry hold it eternally in your grasp,