Your screaming is harmony to my ears,
just my kind of merry, festive cheer.
Seeing you sweat in blood and pain,
a joy usually so very hard to attain.
Breathing your fear on everything,
like sweet carols that children sing.
Watching you gnaw your own pulp,
your face twisting with each sorry gulp.
The moments over, now time to fulfill,
devil is on my shoulder screaming kill, kill, kill.
You whimper and whine, when you see me,
knowing full well I won't set you free.
Gazing at you writhing, I do declare
I'll try to be quick, so please don't despair.
The devil is calling for brutal torment,
I feel like I'm sinking, a bleak descent.
Hunger is taking over, slow but sure,
trying not to smile is difficult to endure.
Hiding's hard behind my bitter disguise,
incoherent ramblings of ones pitiful demise.
Rage running deep, patience wears thin,
Slitting your throat, I allow hunger to win.
Clutching at veins I guzzle as you bleed,
tearing flesh from bones to feed my greed.
The cold air gives me a chill,
hunting now for a brand new thrill,
fresh blood needed for me to kill,
my insatiable hunger, so crucial to fulfill.
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