We have always lived in the castle
Away from the watchful eye of sun
and the rebuking shadow of moon
Hidden from the beeping radar of men
so separated from nature they bury
lies into the ground and call it discovery
I call it a mallet to the back of the head
Watch the bitter screams leak
Feel the warm red
Don’t you wish to be dead
The energy released caused a split second
of deafness, and I can almost feel
the decay of aging

But that’s why I need your blood, silly
the young will fuel the old
and we will live forever 

Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash

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Read more of Deveraux Frazier’s writing at Poetry of An Aspergian or D. Frazier Writes