my beady eye settles upon you
from this branch where I am perched
and waiting
waiting until you die
before making my final vow complete
drunk on the wine of anonymity
I sit, bored
but daring to want you
for my self
to satisfy the blood lust
that settles within my bowels
I am the carnal vulture
I am always unfaithful to your memory
as I flirt in my imagination
she is nearly off guard
the silence
will soon break
and I will die
a carnal death
from within my black soul
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