Another call. What is it this time,
ahh, car accident. I savour these the most.
Sweet delicious sadness, the distress. It sooths my hunger so.  
I cannot resist these sweet tantalising emotions.
I exist for this. The young crying out,  
praying desperately that it is all a bad dream.
The old, sitting down defeated.
Wondering how much they must suffer before they too must leave.
The friends regretting past wrongs.
And then comes the fear.
The fear that one day this will be them.
That they are doomed to die.
To be wiped clean from this dimension.
Then what I love most.
The anger.
The rage.
Oh how I enjoy it.
They hate the fact that everything will be ripped away from them.
That there is nothing for them at the end of their life,
Only death.
Only me.