The Beat Dies

Every utterance is a scream
With the emptiness of white steam
His eyes at every dark corner look
Not fixated, searching for any hook

Bait used to taste so alive and fresh
Tantalizing his need for hot flesh
But now he needs a crashing flood
For a similar pumping of his blood

Scattered lusts touching everywhere
Morphed into the whore he once bared
Searching the sea drowning in dry water
Never to seize wishing he could have caught her

But youth rarely bears much self control
He slaked all his lusts and sold it all
Now older wishing he stopped for a second
To appreciate at least one of the beckoned

Depravity isnt so until the soul gets old
When desperate cries jump out from the cold
Begging for a warmth long ago offered and spent
To slowly die unknowing of where the fire went.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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