A Killing Spree

 I need a companion badly,
This loneliness is killing me;

I need a lover – fiery and passionate,
This relentless longing is killing me;

I need some stormy nights,
This moonlit solitude is killing me;

Humor me; make me laugh a little,
This melancholy mood is killing me;

Methinks I should befriend my foxy foes
My pandering pals are killing me;

Give me some Ambrosia to eat;
The fruit of my labor is killing me;

I must dally with the Grim Reaper
My lackluster life is killing me.