Beast

An eyesore, you gloat while they mourn.

You sigh of relief while candles burn.

Grim reaps it all, but many times you’re the gun,

gazing poker faced, they cry from dusk to dawn.

A cold-cored fool, I see your claws and horn.

Slowly you flow through their system love-lorn,

Blind to it all, they don’t see or feel the thorn.

But you don’t feel it, you feel nothing, no concern,

you just break, cause ache and continue to yearn.

needy, clingy beast, you must taste what you deserve.