The shadows are alive
with deep eternal hunger.
Ancient eyes once bright with life
awaken from their slumber.
They flow into the night
with their mouths open wide.
They swoop upon their prey
hating and loving the blood needed to survive.
They envy the death they give
knowing they will never feel their own.
Blessed with eternal forever’s
yet cursed with a heart of stone.
They live without really living
no future, present, past.
They love without really loving
for nothing but their life ever lasts.
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