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,