Cannibals

Doubt that hungers souls Captures the innocent thoughts of love What reason do I have to flee when it is trust That deceives me…… Sadness remains then in an empty heart As I admired an angel That thing jealousy lives fat, Devouring romantic souls and collecting shrunken Hearts Youth is what catches its eye, Envy of the treasure it holds There is a satisfaction in being old, wiser, having a past-yet Living the unknown future as a Youngblood is life’s First taste of wine…and a feel no pain tomorrow Ideology ………I loved so yesterday….Thankful more today………. That I lived.