The Shinigami King And It's Hunger

Its name is Shinigami King Aka suicide And it is constantly hungry It slithers in like a snake Disappears like a ghost It will cradle you in its arm while your aching cries soothes its ears It will lay its head on your chest and listen to your heartbreak Just as it seems the sun is shining in your world  It snatches it away Its name is Shinigami Aka master of illusions It will appear to you at the top of the ceiling  Waiting for you to wrap itself around your neck Squeezing screams out of you Tries to pull you away from your hallelujah because it finds an amen in your shallow being Shinigami  Aka soul snatcher  He has done it again It silently waited for that last gasp of air to leave the body of its victim As it watched the body drown in its waves of blood It crept to the mouth Devoured the agonized soul But still decided to hang around the body It followed it to its graveyard Where not only it buried its victim But also its apologies Oh how sorry it was that it could not resurrect its prey Could not feast once more on its delightful supper It poured out a eulogy at the foot of the grave It left It now roams the streets looking for its next innocent meal  

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