A word. What is a word?
But a weapon in disguise it pierces
The skin like a blade aiming for the already
Torn heart of one such as I.Then it kills
What left of the already weakened soul.

And to kill the soul is but a sin
And such a sin can kill the very
Essence of a pure hearts desire
Yet there there lies A being who
Takes joy in such an act and it does
So admire.

Who is this mysterious being
Who taunts the very soul
But a creature who is willing
To steal another soul.
With one word this creature strikes
To feed upon the flesh
But when this creature's finished
Only you will feel
Regret.