I Kill

Blood - the smell

Blood - the color

Blood - the feel

Have you ever tasted blood?

The cries of the victims

As they shout for forgiveness

The thrill, the enchantment

As I hold my knife

Down their bodies.

Strapped to the table

Each subject, an experiment

My little knife pierces them

Part by part.

They shriek, their eyes bleed

Of water.

They think I'm a monster

But don't they see what I see, 

The madness, the intoxication

The terrible fascination?

Food, sleep, shelter

Are what a man needs

I but need

Blood of others, to live.

Warm oozing spirited

The blood drips off

I stare at it with dreamy eyes

And my heart beats

With a  spark.

I am very clean

Allergic to dirt

My temple- a sanctum

Dust spoils the thickness of blood.

People live to eat

I live to kill

We are all but hungry

What's the big deal?

Blood beckons me

Charms me with its zeal

I like my meat alive

A piece of strapped veal.

They cry and cry

Pray for one last chance

But my hands are tied

I am helpless at their glance.

I can only have my fill

When cutting them slowly, part by part

I kill.

P.S: My tribute to Dexter.