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Crouched in a corner.

It's bloodied fangs bared.
A low growl issues from its throat.

As its feeding frenzy is interrupted.
By an unwitting intruder.

In a flash of black and red.
The unwitting intruder becomes the unwitting victim.

In a maelstrom of blood lust and hate.

The victim ceases to exists.
Another kill chalked up.

In an endless urge to kill and feed.

My hands are forever stained.
By the blood.
Both innocent and guilty.

But yet.
I have no remorse for the fallen.

Is this how being numb feels like?

If not.

Explain to me.
The true feeling of absolute numbness.

How many more must die.
Before i can satisfy my lust for blood.
And that my hate for humans vanishes for good.

I don't know.
Perhaps this is how my world was meant to be.

A dark world of hatred.
Fueled by lust for blood and death.