Emulate life, breathless effects
to the brink of daylight to the heartless directs
Excoriation, futile, that not a soul can retrieve
germane to the taste some possibly believe
To the graying of peddles. congeal from a bud
for a carping stem scoffs at from the drippings of mud
Life, but a heartbeat, regretting inside
and a death wish corrupting a lifeless reside
Howling fangs, to blood tasting craves
sequin to the body to shattering graves
Arching once forward as feet do not slave
the risible mocks at the cowardice brave
Japing the sun that heats up the dust
sullen the light fades with one little bust
