June 26

Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling It implores me to act Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour Reminding me of our pact It pleads, it begs, It cries to me All the while concealing it's fangs It tears me apart inside It hammers, it pounds, and it bangs A love earst alive and warm and real Now cold and cooling yet Longing to be revived, it's fighting Refusing to lose the bet Once nurtured now neglected, alone and afraid I must let it die And to ensure it won't return a spectre tomorrow I'll stare it in the eye