Unusual Perspectives

They were only half dead,  
infected by bark beetles.    
Together they gathered    
like zombies,      
a riverside cluster    
torn and dismembered    
shuffled to a random array.    
     
Each day someone walks past    
they ignore the un-miraculous,      
avoid the dark exterior    
no one wants to be bitten.    
     
I need the bite    
offering a throat
to be ripped out   
I embrace the group,    
take my place      
but all I find is their grace    
as we feed on the last supper.    
 

You crave souls because you're greedy,
 
You take souls because you're needy.
 
You claim to be starving,  
 
So you sit and watch as people grab their razors and start carving.
 
You are nothing more than a cowardly fool,
 
Watching the innocent souls seeking death makes you drool.
 
You sit and wait for the the mental pain to get out of control,
 
When souls leave their bodies you swallow them whole.
 
Some feel you are an escape but you are no Friend,
 
You'll never be a helping hand.
 
You are like a loaded gun shooting bullets through the air,
 
All the lifeless bodies hit the floor and you just sit and stare.
 
You're a theif,
 
You laugh at the family tree as you steal another leaf.
 
You also steal time from their life clock,
 
This is murder but in this case the bodies wont be outlined with chalk.
 
All I can do is pray that you fail over and over again.
 
Knowing you is like dragging around a ball and chain.