I am bone cowled by death,
The lingering scent of sweat,
Pulsing veins and twitching skin;
Heavy breaths, as you're giving in.

Final drops of fear evaporate
The trace of vapor
That ignites the chase,
(If I had pupils they'd dilate)
This sensation alone is enough to sate,
But temptation causes cravings
And to my appetite I'm a slave;
Slaying souls that run through bones-
As if they were veins.
Wails encased in haunted ivory,
I get to keep and take
You belong to only me.
I am your merciless god, your life;
The devil that hides behind eyes.
I am natural and manmade,
Everything and nothing.
Portrayed decayed,
A reflection of your fate.
Stand unafraid, and straight
This is the meaning of why you wait;
Your one and only chance to have a taste.

The curve of your tongue,
And the curve of my scythe
Have the delight,
Of sharing the same slice
Fulfilling appetites, for that one good night.

-SLuR