The Appetite of Death

by

Heather Nicole Luther

I know the appetite of death
And I know the blood it thirsts for.
It yearns for the taste of innocence
And it eats you from the core.

Death breathes down your neck
And gives you chills,
And it toys with you
To get some thrills.

The appetite of death
Desires a sweetness.
It awaits a youth with
Such energy and cuteness.

Death appears and exists
Without you knowing,
But eventually it makes itself known
Because its obvious and showing.

The appetite of death
Needs something outgoing and strong.
This is how come when it claims its victims
It makes decisions that seem wrong.

Death is a concept that
Exists in our lives,
But its one that exists
To make us strive.

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