Death

It's a five letter word,
Yet it holds so much promise,
so much hope and so much fear.

Those who desire it,
Try to get close to it,
To feel the thrill in their veins.

It isn't a metaphor,
Or a metamorphism,
It is real and final,
The end of all. 

It is peace,
freedom and eternity.
And I crave it.

I lust after its offerings;
to fall into its eternal embrace. 
It is death.