The Immortal Death
The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep
Into my neck. So steep these fangs, they breach
My heart and suck its chambers straight. Screams seep
Out through the punctures but numb passions leach
The sounds to dust. The sleeping corpse of love
Inside the casket made to hold it tight
Escapes when memories levitate above
This coffin. Ghostly fragrances so slight
That only traumatized romance could smell
Them (and lines from the lyrics written for
You, words which then you launched to melody) swell
Up in the silence like a hard knocked sore.
These feelings are a spirit torture like
An undead victim’s wishing for the spike.