The Taste

The Taste
By Succubus

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.