Anna (Annie) - Sporadic Off and On's
The Hermit's Trail (Brush-Textured Composite)
~ Home Sickness ~ Poem by me ~ 03.27.2015 - 06.04.2015
I don't understand cold souls and their relentless need,
The ever-empty longing they fill with vampire greed;
The wasted energy to feed a black hole,
In an elusive quest to find a complete whole.
In their endless hunts to sully new prey,
To suck warm life (fresh blood every day);
They crave a warm passion they silently yearn for,
Yet trade it for cold heat they're willing to burn for.
... Still...
In their callous naïve arrogance they miss an obvious irony,
Home lives in your own core, the hearth inside you and me.
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The Hermit's Trail (Brush-Textured Composite)
~ Home Sickness ~ Poem by me ~ 03.27.2015 - 06.04.2015
I don't understand cold souls and their relentless need,
The ever-empty longing they fill with vampire greed;
The wasted energy to feed a black hole,
In an elusive quest to find a complete whole.
In their endless hunts to sully new prey,
To suck warm life (fresh blood every day);
They crave a warm passion they silently yearn for,
Yet trade it for cold heat they're willing to burn for.
... Still...
In their callous naïve arrogance they miss an obvious irony,
Home lives in your own core, the hearth inside you and me.
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