I cannot cry, for I have no soul to bear with.
What is once a driving sensation, is now but an immortal hex upon my life.
And as the blood runs down my throat, I feel my veins turn cold and my eyes go blind.
Forced to see nothing but the nights essence caressing their skin.
Such sweet lovely skin.
Now I go deaf, hearing no other sounds but that of their hearts racing and their undying screams that linger.
This is my lullaby as they take their final breath.
A never ending sleep to end what never was.
Copyright © 2014
Ashlie Pfeifer
