The feeling begins in your fingers

Moving slowly up through your brain

As well as down to your toes

Sweat forms across the brow.

Looking at your potential victim

Anger releases oddly calming endorphins to the brain

What started as rage

Becomes a controlled psychotic state.

Deciding what to do is tedious

The noise of your victim begging

Distracts your train of thought

And causes you to lash out.

The victim stares blankly crying

Asking why, why, why?

Somehow you manage to giggle

Apologizing to the vitim but smiling all at once.

Cutting into the forearm

Satisfying your bloodlust

The meat of a human can be tough to cut

But the work feels so satisfying.

Finally the victim passes out

But really it’s okay

This makes your concentration easier

It’s all part of the game.

Slowly finishing your task

Who knows why you needed this slaughter

Your last was only 3 weeks ago

The thought brings on great laughter.

Walking to the fridge for a drink

This work was always time taking

Back in the basement again

Lifeless eyes staring back at you.

You cannot understand why more in the world

Are not driven by their bloodlust

So satisfying was the kill

Although the work involved is very demanding.

Walking around the room

Disposing of each piece of the body

Undressing yourself to avoid evidence being found

This bloodlust business gets expensive as hell.

How long can this go on? Will many more suffer?

Becoming a victim of your bloodlust

Another body in pieces in the landfill

The suspense is killing.