you are probably waiting for me,
thinking about your next victim.
in how you will devour him,
rip his flesh and scatter him around the yard.
watching with those wholesome eyes
of sadness and hope.
wanting to be with your love,
loathing to lick his wounds.
at the time of panic you drive immensely.
"with a will of the swift cats".
only to find yourself thirsty;
deprived of blood.
you vomit whatever is unjust yet give it another try.
your foliage is ripe and so forever changing.
he looks into your eyes but their is nothing.
just commitment and a shared pain.
like saying "forgive me when im gone".
the cancer will eat away my spark,
but im here to serve you.
i give you another try.....