Deadly Desire

Its cold,
the type of cold,
that gives you the goosebumps,
that makes your hair stand straight,

Tonight,
frost befalls upon a man,
Who lived not to long ago,

disheveled,
naked,
exposed,

the elements,
decomposing his flesh,
causing the leather skin to peal,
exposing muscle and bone,

crawling,
reaching out,
with out his hand,
upon his last remaining limb,

pulling on the grass,
as the roots take hold,

dirt flies,
with every grasp,

but able,
to drag his body,
by an old friend,
now a stone marker,

his eye exposed,
hanging out of socket,

a tasty treat,
dangling just beyond,
his mouths reach,

moaning,
as his nose picks out,
a fresh scent,

the smell of blood,
becomes his only desire,

hungry beyond belief,
food escapes his entrails,
like a leaky septic tank,
his stench scaring away any meal

wanting something familiar,
a bloody carcase,
won't attract his allure,

but the ones he loved,
is all he craves for.