Thrill Of Death.
I watch as the dark rich blood drips down your neck.
I feel the sensation, the blood thirsty hunger for the kill I want more and more.
I yearn for your warmth.
I long to hear your cries of pain and agony as I dig deeper and deeper into you.
Your expressionless face turns pale with disbelief.
I rip you apart, your soul from the inside out I see the tears now start to fall
like black rain on a dark nights moon.
Now I know the thrill of death and the rush comes over me.
I release you from my hunger, your cold dead body, limp and lifeless falls to the ground.
I am still not content.
I still yearn for more, more death, more blood, more tears.
For I am the one immortal who is feared.
I live amongst the shadows, the chill of a dark nights fear.
The one who walks in silence behind you down a dark abandoned street.
You are the one who will now die and I shall live forever.
Driven by hunger and the hope that there are others like myself, born from the hate of
the world and feed off the fear in your eyes.

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