Monster

The viewpoint of a murderer who really loves what he does.

Blood
fresssshhhh
dripping from the knife
a sweet scarlet honey
kissing the floor every time it

Drips
sloowwww
reminding me of her screams
a sound better than a symphony
piercing the night air, struggling to be

Heard
pleeaassseee
begging doesn’t help, just feeds me
a call for help is a plea for more
building my anticipation more and more for the

Kill
sliiiiicceee
taunting me from the day I saw her
a sugar-coated dream
pleasing me every time she calls me a

Monster.