Forever Young

Some days are like sunset,
and the sour wine of night,
like a nitrogen kiss with an arsenic bite.

Watching the winter of pain and decay
falling like flakes of skin away,
twisting in sunrays of songs unsung.
Melodies of loves unloved and unwrung.
Living forever but dying the same.
I want to be forever young.

Riding together or flowing apart.
Curse our eternally beating heart.
See everything grey and feel it fade.
Endure the break of each memory made.
Does a spiral that ends trounce a circle forever?
Is then living and dying the same?
I want to be young,
and forever remain.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.