I dreamt of killing last night.
I enjoyed it.
Reveling in blood, crime, and fear,
I imagine this is how wolves feel,
gaining excitedly on the footfalls
of frightened prey,
sharp weapons held expectantly,
ready for the rush from murder
it shook me upon waking,
not because I was scared
of my viciousness bared,
because I enjoyed their pain,
their choked pleas for mercy,
fell lightly on deaf ears.