Scent of a Kill

Copper rises into the air
I get the scent from everywhere
Beneath my blade the blood runs free
dark red drops on the floor I see

An easy kill I made just now
as a slaughterman to a sow
A victim chosen on a whim
no matter her no matter him

No care is taken in the choice
So long as I get to rejoice
Life given over to sate my lust
to take my fill I know is just

The power given to me divine
on human suffering I get to dine
Never sated I hunger still
another night another kill


Author Notes

One of my darker poems

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