Death’s Sweet Embrace

The taste of misery is strengthened
By the fear pungent
In this cold night's air
Tonight I can feast

On poor helpless souls
As they are released
From their withered husks
The meat of their souls
The flavour held within

Depressed feelings abound and spice it
With the taste igniting
The fuel for the fire of my heart
And my heart

I tell you this
It reads into the deepest place
And just like a book
Anything unveiled to the
Point of visibility

There may be no hope
In these withered parts
That a human being
Has now become