Just Another Kill (Poem)

Just Another Kill

My victim cries and begs for mercy, but I do not know the meaning of the word. Why should I care if they live or die? Of what importance are they to me? The answer is the same night after night, they have no importance, so I dont care if they die.

I look up and down the ally. No witnesses allowed. When satisfies, I stare intensely at the wimpering coward currently clinging to the brick wall for protection they will not recieve. Raising my jagged, double-edged knife I whisper, "Please dont scream, this will only hurt a little bit."

Then I plunge down into the soft flesh. The horrid joy returns as always when I see the dark thick blood that flows almost black. I kneel down to fill an empty bottle with this fresh juice as the corpes slouches against a dumpster.

I take a few sips, my senses hightened as the demon half of me rejoices in this new kill and the sweet blood running through my body. I walk away as calmly as I arrived, not looking back.

I decide to catch the next max train, going nowhere, living nowhere. Starting to feel a little thirsty I take out the bottle. Sip sip. They're just another face, just another victim, just another kill.


Written on November 28th, 2005 during an extreme moment of rage.
Dedicated to no one.