I reach out to you my dearest reader and friend,
A horrible crime I have committed and to you I shall tell it to, right till the very end.
There is a blood lust that forever runs in my veins,
When that lust trickles to nothing I begin to go insane.
The small of fear drives me to an absolute new height,
Every conflict I engage in is a beautifully orchestrated fight.
That first drop of blood that my skilled hands dearly draws,
To me is the icing on the cake the work of my ever sharpened claws.
My victim cowering on the ground trying so hard to run away,
But when I bring my blood filled finger to my lips they understand they must stay.
My eager and hungry tongue reaches out for its liquid gold prize,
The taste of blood on my lips, my victims deafening cries.
I hiss at them with displeasure for interrupting me during my feast,
I scream at them, “You want to see me; here I am the horrible beast!”
I then stare into terrified eyes as I advance onto my prey,
I whisper in their ear they shall never see the light of a new day.
They begin to weep for they know theirs is an endless plight,
As I grip their neck in my hands and into their flesh I bite.
The taste is ever so sweet the scent ever so dear,
My victim can not even force a scream because they know I have no fear.
But do not get me wrong my ever so tasty reader for there are other ways to kill,
Each other one more lethal; ending with an unexpected thrill.
So please come back and read my stories again,
For next time I shall speak of my next kill, about the one who was my dearest friend
