Again I walk among you.
Bred of your hatred,
Nurtured by your violence,
You fear what you have created.
The cycle of madness has begun.
My lust for blood,
Cannot be denied.
Its sweet intoxicating aroma,
Fuels my burning hunger.
My blade yearns,
To taste soft succulent flesh.
Like scared sheep,
They cower behind locked doors.
But in time they all succumb,
To my slaughter.
The darkness whispers my name.
Without question,
I must answer its lustful call.
To render death,
Upon the residents,
Of this despicable dwelling,
Is my rapture.
Their mortal eyes see nothing,
And feel nothing,
Until it is too late.
I must end their pitiful existence.
Quench my insatiable appetite,
For the salty warm,red delight,
That flows in these pungent vessels.
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