Another Infinite Poem, By Eric Shelman

Tearing, ripping apart and consuming my heart

like a lion devouring a gazelle

In a vigorous tearing, ripping, consuming

Never-ending cycle, until everything is gone

leaving me as death's puppet

before death came for my soul

Hoping to be amended in my afterlife.


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