I kill, Ruthlessly

I kill. Ruthlessly.
You’d think they would have some respect, considering how big of a person I am. But no. They just can’t resist the unnatural urge to drain me. I had shown not interest in their short lived lives. I chose to ignore the whining in my ear. The unwelcome symphony orchestra.  Until they stole from me and left me in great pain. I just couldn’t hold back anymore.  They have turned me into a stone cold, blood thirsty killer, just like them.
I have fallen completely in love with the sight of blood on my hands. The act of murder feels more intimate that way. I make contact with the victim,  satisfying my psychotic desires.  I guess I shouldn’t describe it as murder,  because its justifiable to me. Cowards, they wait for the darkness of night to perform their well rehearsed evil.I also wait, till they are drunk and weak. Then I pounce mercilessly.  Totally annihilating them passionately.  Every body that falls,  a personal victory.
Sometimes I prefer a simple gas chamber.  A truly remarkable creation of science.  It gives me the power to almost commit genocide-my dream of ridding the world of this twisted misandric race will be achieved . 
I’m ashamed of who I’ve become,  but just like them I can’t control the unwholesome erge anymore. 
I kill mosquitoes,  ruthlessly.  

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7 thoughts on “I kill, Ruthlessly

  1. I was a bit disturbed until the last part. Then I burst out into laughter when I saw it. I’m now going to re-read it. That’s a nice way to create suspense.

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