I will feast on your dying mind—

Devour your fond memories,

Eat away at your thoughts,

Gnaw on your ancient beliefs

I am the monster that feeds

On your once-alive brain

And then makes sure that

Your loved ones get eaten too.

Nothing but crumbs will be left

Of offspring you raised tenderly

Your sweet, sweet granchildren

Snapped up into my waiting jaws.

You will have nobody left;

Bite by bite I will snatch them

All away from you as you lie

Helpless to watch them go—

And my good comrade Death

Will dine on the final pieces

Of your dying mind.