No Reflection

No Reflection

A Poem by Terry Ellis


                                 No Reflection

They walk alone like dark cold stones thrown beneath the graves.
A feast they seek of blood in vein to quench the lust they feel. 
To smother the fire, scratch an itch, you might say,
They hunt for a perfect 98.6. 
Like meat for man the feast is best
When stored in the human breast. 
Eyes red as crimson, teeth sharp as razors
They convince themselves they’re doing us a favor. 
They suck their fill and leave a shell of bones to go to hell. 
No satisfaction ever gotten
Just one more rotten corpse for a chompin’. 
When eye-to-eye they crave for just one more,
A curse handed down from the grave. 
If they only could see what they have become,
They might take a step back in time. 
But a mirror-less image is what they reflect
And will never realize their own crimes.

© 2009 Terry Ellis

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Added on May 31, 2009
Last Updated on May 31, 2009


Terry Ellis
Terry Ellis

Dallas, TX

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