Ah, Life! Sonnet Ii

Ah, Life! II Life’s sharpest sunrays pierced the sky each morn, bright talons tear away my empty calm and my dilated eyes resent the thorns applied by cheer of golden, cayenne palms. I wish the night would rise and still prevail provide asylum for me in the dark upon this bed of hopeless, dead entrails amidst the rot of useless, meatless parts. Let maggots make a meal of desperate pain and mortal leeches sip while blood is warm. My limbs are limpid and my will near drained as your effusive feeders flock in swarms. Ah, Life, I never loved you from the start and yet you stalk my heavy, haunted heart!