Dark Poems Of A Sad Mind

The Hunt

I stalked through the bushes and fantasized about my prey
It's been a lovely day and that put a smile on my face
thinking they could hide, that thought gave me chills
only for them to turn around, I was right on their heels

The thrill of the hunt is what I live for
killing ain't fun if you don't put in work
the jungle is amazing,
so many spots to hide but not enough places that could escape my eyes

I'm mentally impaired,
psychologically disfigured
I live for the hunt, that much has been figured
I'd give a head start and let you use guns,
but the moment you slip up, I'd be out for your guts

I love their look of fear,
I can practically taste it when I pop out of nowhere
and watch them break into a sprint
physically I'm much stronger, but the chase gives me thrills
I love the way they panic, and their feet always trip

They shout and beg for mercy, some even plead with me
their expressions amusing, they think they'd leave here free
I walk right up to them, a classic villain move
my eyes tainted red, give me a fearsome look

I smile as I lean closer, a devil in disguise
"This would all be over" I say and reach for their eyes
"wouldn't want you to see this, I want you to FEEL it"
Their last pleas of mercy push me beyond my ceiling
I laugh as I gouge their eyes out,
their screams only fuel me
This feeling is exhilarating,
Adrenaline is me

I let their pain linger on,
their body in a world of hurt my face a mask of joy,
the hunt at it's highest point I sink my teeth in flesh, their warm blood runs down my neck
Their screams a beautiful sound
That tells me what I'm doing is right

Another prey given up to the hunt
My umpteenth body has been tallied up
I live for the thrill of the hunt
This is my purpose and I vow to do more