Insanity (Last part)

The hunger, the craving, is embed in my soul. You pety little creature, I will not let you go. You are mine tonight, my meal, my fun. But no need to worry. I'm almost done. You're almost dead, your heart is weak. I await the privaledge of your final shreak. At last the sweetness of your voice. Such a shame to die, but you gave me no choice. Your body has fallen limp upon the ground. Never again will you make that sweet screaming sound. Now she is dead, oh but i am not done. I am only finished with victim number one.

by BleedingSoul
posted on 11/19/2007