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Freshly Bitten
Rushing through the night-time,
Hunting the ultimate prey.
Some might call it a ghastly crime,
I just call it a game.
Darkness breaking around me.
Maddening, the scent of blood,
Following the crimson trail.
My lust for death I must obey,
As I track my doomed prey.
This lust, this malady,
I must, I must, I must,
Fulfill, sate, and satisfy.
Knowing that soon I will die,
Will leave this earthly shell,
Descend down into Hell,
I surely will:
I know now why I kill.
The animal in me
Speaks to me
Daily, nightly.
It tells me to kill,
It tells that if I will,
That I will never die.
But the human part of me,
The part that you can't see,
Knows that someday I as well will perish.
I as well will ride the River Styx,
In a boat poled by Charon,
I will fulfill my victims' dying wish.
But all of this, I think,
Is for the best.
I deserve to die, as do all monsters,
Animals, killers.
But perhaps, I'm not the beast I perceive
In the mottled mirrored surface
Covered with floating leaves.
I see the humanity in my eyes,
Animal though I am.
I see something soft,
But quickly replaced with the visual
Stench
Of evil.
I am less than human,
Or perhaps more?
I do not know.
Death awaits for all who tread
In hell, for all who join the devil
And his demons in crusade.
Now I flee, for the lights of people
Searching for their loved ones gone astray,
Must I flee forever now,
Flee until the end of time,
For I cannot stop the carnage
I have started,
Nor can Death.
I take my last breath
As a human being,
I shed my final human tear
To be continued.................
