Hunger For Death
A quick, furtive glance
To insure no one can stop
The heinous act by chance
The life about to be taken
Is one that has been
Battered and forsaken
Tired of the disappointments
Attempting to please with
Fruitless compliments
The soul in release, ne'er cold
For the fortunate task
Freeing the tumultuous soul
Digressing from further raving
Time to take the life
Of the end, it is craving
Copyright © Michael Wambsgans | Year Posted 2007
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