Psychopath
His lips formed a smile at the twisted scene in front of his eyes. Blood covered his body and it felt so right. He throw his head back and laughed, his mind drowning in insanity. What had be become? A monster? A murder? He didn't care, why should he when it felt so amazing?
He loved to hear their screams.
He loved the look of their eyes when they are over come with fear.
The taste of their blood when he licks their wounds, amazing.
He loved the way their blood dripped and how their eyes dulls with every drop.
He loved to hear them beg and plead for their wasted lives.
It amazed him, how they thought they could run from him, how they hung onto that bit of hope, when in reality they never had any to began with.
He loved to hear their screams.
He loved the look of their eyes when they are over come with fear.
The taste of their blood when he licks their wounds, amazing.
He loved the way their blood dripped and how their eyes dulls with every drop.
He loved to hear them beg and plead for their wasted lives.
It amazed him, how they thought they could run from him, how they hung onto that bit of hope, when in reality they never had any to began with.