When I wuz little I used to thought about killing small animals and watching them die. It made me feel good, and powerful, but I never did it because my moral compass was real.
But now I’ve evolved. I am a creature of the night. I have murderous tendencies. I could win any fight if I bite hard enough. I tasted human blood, and it tastes bad, but I still like it so I drink a few liters of it every day. Don’t ask me where I get it, I won’t tell you that I’m a serial killer because I’m not. Sometimes I stare at the moon and I can feel my canines growing. I scream at the moon and they shrink. Just like a one winged dove; sings a song sounds like she’s singan’. I often think about biting down on small body parts like ears or the male genetalia. I can imagine the crunch of the veins and the taste of blood on my erect inscisors. I have a fetish for licking blood off the floor.
Thanks for reading, you guys are my next prey.
