Voracious appetite of blood thirst, My wrist are so inviting. The pulsating flow of its desire, Flows rapidly in my veins. It grabs me, clutching tightly, Forcing me against a bludgeoned wall. My cry’s of sorrow go unanswered, My tears will not save me. I tilt my wrist exposing the Reapers target, With sudden aggression blood begins to flow. I scream in pain, feeling life fade, My eyes close, all goes dark. I have succumb to deaths desire, Providing it with my life’s blood. It’s now sustained by my surrender, Now I lie in empty silence. A victim of the Reapers persecution.