Innocence is dead

Thoughts whirl through my mind everyday.
My blood runs through my veins,
Yet I want to taste flesh.
I want to rip virgins apart with my bare hands.
I want to hear screams of anguish.
My body trembles when i am away from that drug.
Murder.
To feel soft skin struggle under my strong hands is ectasy.
To smell fear and taste tears quenches my thirst.
To bite into ripe flesh and feel the blood trickle down my chin and slowly
slide down my throat quenches my hunger.
Violence.
To beat, mutilate, rape, and torture fills me with satisifaction.
To dismember a perfect being and disfigure then is what i crave.
hacking through the soft flesh and into harsh bones is what my dreams are filled of.
When i take a shower tears flow from me as i see innocent blood trickle down and swirl beautifully with clear water.
Circling slowly, then disapperaing into the drain.
Wishing I could hold onto their essences for a bit longer.
Every moment I am away from my drug is a heartache.
My drug is Life.The destruction of it.
I am the keeper of souls.
I am not discriminating.
Young or old.
Black or white.
It matters not to me.
The flesh is still tender
The blood is still warm and red
The screams are the same.
They bounce off the walls and enter my ears as a symphony.
Dramatic at first, filled with emotion
Then slowly ebbing away into silence
How I wish they would play longer yet the music always ends too soon.
As if it is shut off in the middle of a really great concerto.
So weak.
Yet I am strong.
Murder, Death, Violence, Screams.
Horrendous to some people, yet they are drugs to me.
They relax me.
Quenching my thirst and hunger.
Bringing sanity in my otherwise insane world.