Letter to the Living

Tempting.
How miniscule and pathetic are the inconsequential lives of the oblivion. Secrets hidden in the poem...laid bare for all to see so plainly. How I would like to torment their minds; make them mine.
To make their final sufferings complete in their own agony, and make my hbreath their tomb.
Some eyes think they see what the heart knows; when it is the heart which is mistaken. Come to knot the truth irrevocably and not be able to see what every human craves...

Life or Death.

Be wisps in the breeze.
Take all they owe you.
Taste their sweat and breathe in their fear.
Lick your lips so that you savor the taste of flesh playing upon your soul.
They die...you become relieved.
But then who to come and save your sanity?
Broken and decayed are your wounds.
Still unwilling to satisfy what I craved the most...

Most sincerely...
Your Essence