Whist

Soft grains beneath the soil, heavy in the cold days toil.
I ran the thought and wrote the wrought, yet neither did the darkness brought.
Spinning atop the broken rock that sprung the splintered tree to cock.
Bend and wind and whirl below, within the dark and deep in tow.
Find my foot, to still the steep, and hope the shadows fall to sleep.
Pray in silence, breath in whist... and hope it fall with all exist.

Persist

A familiar scent entrances and captures the curiosity.
Filling the crevices of my senses, possessing all within me and I lose control.
I lose control a moment in a line of long moments, I feel again... like me.
Somewhere between the fall and the fallen, the thought persisted... and I existed.
Feel it's lingering warmth hidden in the folds of desire and escape.
Soft the breath and deep the fill of silence and that long lost lovely death.

Blood

And my mind is filled with life...
Thoughts of blood...
The sound of a heartbeat,
The vein that pulses upon your neck.
The warmth of your fingertips,
The hardened appendage that flows full with it.
Blood...
That dark metallic taste upon my lips,
The scent consuming me to uncontrolled hunger.
The velvet feel, soaked upon my skin.
Taking life into me that I will possess,,,
Even into my death.