POISE

Once you've had that smell of warm blood,
The transition of what it reflects,
You'll know what you're truly inside-
Wanting it more
Or wanting it no more.
A choice so involuntary
Yet none so savoury as
When at last you realise
The fondness for killing is not just something to read anymore.

Running the fingers over her face with poignance
Watching it struggle to breathe
But no less do you care
As they draw the last hints of life away
Finally resting on her lips feeling the lifelessness
A kiss good bye,not of benevelonce but
Of pride,the authority,the endless joy
The art of satisfying the self
And the mystery unfolds itself

One moment she's my love.
But then,just another prey.