Horror.
Fear.
Panic.
Dread.
Tears.
Helplessness.
Were all etched on the little girl's face
As her eyes rolled
Her body now numb to the ache
Of her bleeding wounds
Her life was leaving her body.
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Delight.
Pleased.
Content.
Proud.
Smug.
Were the emotions he felt
As he looked at the little girl he just killed.
He looked down at his dagger dripping with blood
The blood of the little girl
Who has bled to death in front of his eyes
Who he attacked again again and again
With his dagger
Drawing blood from her
Quenching his thirst for blood
He left the girl there with a smile
Satisfied with his kill
He was a killer
A monster
A cold blooded criminal
A maniac
A stone-hearted murderer~
He killed for fun
He killed with passion
He committed arson with skill
He trapped the victims
How a Lion trapped it's prey
He hunted them down
He watched the life drain from them.
Just to quench his bloodlust
Just to smother his sadistic ideas
How he loved death and destruction
How he loathed laughter and life
The darkness had seeped into him
It has mixed with his blood
Pumping through his veins
Spreading like wild fire all through him
Oppressing his reasoning
Killing his humanity
Just the way he killed all around him.
The Maniac on loose
Was a danger for sure
If not stopped soon
Who knows how much more blood would be spilled
On the name of Passion
Passion for death and destruction~
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasyThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
