Me

I am a monster with no future and no end. I yearn for the hunt. The quickened breath, the speeding of the heart, when he realizes I'm there. I place one hand through his greasy hair. His eyes transfixed upon my beauty. Blood oozes from the wound. I place my other hand on his shoulder, then pull. I smile as his decapitated head falls apon the ground. The need washes over me, the longing. My fangs come out and I snarl ad the animal takes over. The animal takes over my senses. The animal who wants to rip apart his flesh and consume his blood. The animal who wants to hear his silent pleas of mercy, or his screams of hate. The animal who rejoices at another life taken at it's hand. It wants to taste death apon the man's skin, to feel his pain. I lower my mouth, tasting his thick, rich, blood. I moan and the taste, the joy of it. I want more, there will never be enough. I rip his flesh apart, hating him for not being enough. I feel the animal go wild, blood crazy. Somehow scencing it everywhere, but no where at all. I run, attacking any living thing, because this is the animal I have become.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 17.11.2013

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short story, if you like it I will make it into a story....tell me what you think.