listen close to the wall and you can hear the screams
shrill and deafening slicing through the air like the knife through their flesh
the screams fill no need
no gratification is found in them
my vindictive heart is not sated by the pain and terror inflicted
the bloodlust still burns like a fire inside
burns until it is satisfied
but it never is
dwelling shallow in my soul like an awakening plague
with every cut i drive it deeper
the screams only cause a mild disturbance
vengeance fuels my desires
controls my actions down to my very fingertips
the bloodlust unquenched by this bloodloss
