James Grengs Poems
|161.||(03) - Rise Of The Dead||11/9/2004|
|162.||(12) - Lament For The Dead||11/10/2004|
|163.||(01) - The Dead Who Have No Rest||11/8/2004|
|164.||(02) - Victim Of The Dead||11/8/2004|
|167.||(11) - Master And Slave||11/10/2004|
|168.||Poet's Plea For Forgiveness||11/8/2004|
|170.||Freedom Is Never Free||10/27/2004|
(11) - Master And Slave
I know now
The extent of her power.
She is truly alive.
How can this be?
I drank of her,
Never in a thousand years
Have I tasted
A nectar so sweet,
She is dry, empty.
-This I know.
Yet there is something in her
I have not felt in my heart
In a thousand years.
She loves, yet.
She is beautiful,
Even in our grisly existence.
Her hair, long and dark as shadow.
Her eyes, keen,
Though they have lost their shine.
I live now in dead flesh,
But I want her.
I have tasted ...
This is it, girl-
Of all you ever hoped to have with me,
Of all I ever thought I’d have with you,
Of all that there would be to have.
Give up, stop trying, because-
maybe because I’m afraid of what might happen,
If I decide to try again,
Maybe I worry about what people will say, or think,