Thrill to Kill

Hanging by a thread,
wishing for the day to end,
wanting to add to the dead.

The power to take
a life away
the power to break
turning all to grey.

Darkness surrounds
as the days ends
the adrenalin pounds
as the night begins.

Internally yearning
for the screams in the night
hoping for a chase
wishing for another fight.

Wanting the blood on her hands
smiling for the sheer joy
of fulfilling the days plans.

To see the life leave the eyes
the terror on the face
the cries
the chase
the thrill
puts joy in her heart
the ability to kill.

Led by darkness embrace
living for the slaughter
hoping to erase
the pain of a betrayal.

No warning she gives
just a mysterious smile
she lives for this
to her it's all worthwhile.

Darkness becomes her
as she murders the pain away
warning others
of her emotional dismay.

So the story is told
time and time again
thus it goes on,
be forewarned
hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.