Indulgent Poetry ~ Beats Silent

Light dimming as air grows cold.
All too late.
You’ve grown old.

Heartbeat burns.
Scars do last.
Soon enough.
Beats silent.

No hurry.
Your life.

Devour it.
Savor it.
Love it.
Live it.

When you don’t.
Someone else will.

No regrets.

Get your fill,
or be left to starve.