The Pack

That Feeds.

"Shifting the inevitability to retain

 within this unwanted desire cascades.

 Staggering emotions that push 

 your solemn limits to its means.

 Hiding in the monster that becomes

 ageless, meaningless remains chained.

 Holding the inevitable fact of tempting 

 to over run your own basic survival - feeds.

 Hunting wildly in the pack that howls 

 danger beckons plentiful of confrontations.

 Sniffing in exile, wounds the innocence 

 of feeling no remorse that plays with fear.

 Choking your freedom to run with decisions

 that run wild into oblivion and back.

 Grab the wind and let loose and breathe

 death that haunts your raging decaying past.

 The way to reality lives on through you

 while the animal within lives in torment.

 

 Bring your werewolf concept into the moon to

 bust the interesting fact that you've just killed.

 Bleeding with pain and raining sorrow with

 a curse that drives and strives to be forever.

 Unhinge the drowning sickness of these vampires 

 and bring your A-game because it's going to get messy." 

Reviews

[Beautiful Disaster_33]

ooO I like this one very much!
Great write, my friend :)

[Silhouette]

This poem is sad and haunting to me. my favorite lines are

Hiding in the monster that becomes
ageless, meaningless remains chained.

Holding the inevitable fact of tempting
to over run your own basic survival - feeds

Bleeding with pain and raining sorrow with
a curse that drives and strives to be forever.

Unhinge the drowning sickness of these vampires
and bring your A-game because it's going to get messy."

Very nice write