I suck the juice right out of life,

And spit out empty husks.

My appetite’s voracious,

There never is enough.

I always seek for more and more,

My eyes turn yet again;

In my greed and neediness,

I kill all joy that’s been.

The sweetest fruit will lose its taste,

The sweetest passions die;

My mouth is full of dust and death—

I’ve not even depth to cry.

I swallow down another bite,

Life slice by slice,

Chocking on the tasteless mix

That was my passion’s price.

By Succubus