Reaper

Hungry for souls,
It reaps day,
Endlessly night,
Without flesh,
Without blood,
Without sound.
Voidness inside,
Thirsty...
Creepy...
Yet... lovable.
Impossible to deny
The sensation it gives,
As the life,
Which is Hated...
Loved...
Forgotten...
Fills it's emptiness
At least...
For a little bit.