The Urge

The Urge

I felt the sudden urge to kill someone
So, I did
I thought about killing myself
But, there are some things I want to see before I go
I thought about my mother
But, I could not go through with it

I went on the hunt at midnight
But, I could not find anyone suitable
I drove around for hours
But, it was just pointless
I was just about to give up
But, it happen

A girl ran into the van at full speed
But, she didn't die
She was bleeding like rain
But, he didn't cry
I didn't want to kill her
but, I didn't try
I could have taken her to the hospital
But, why?

I took out my icepick
rubbed it in my shit clean
Maybe she thought I was about to do a trick
then her eyes produced a glossy sheen

I held the handle
Thumbs pointing forward

Her breathing got heavy
Her eyes started to bleed
Her body still couldn't move
Her lips trembled like a leaf

The first stab to the neck was swift and short
The second was just as before
The third was frightening
The blood spewed all over my face
The metallic sweetness of her red juice
A sweetness like no other
A taste like that of an unknown fruit
Made from a mixture of clay and oranges

I have killed before
I have never tasted blood before
The taste is such a turn on
I have to taste it again

And again I am turned on
And again I want more
And again I stab her neck
And again she sprayed me

The tension in my pants grew
And now I must fuck something

I ripped her blouse
Her breasts were exposed
I cut her pants
Grabbed her bush with my hands
The warmth was warm
But, she was cold dead
I position her on the van
As if she was giving me head
I am usually a fucker in bed
But what the hell, she is dead

I position her on the back seat
The proceeded to lick the meat
The clit was firm and sweet
Oh my, this girl was neat

I fucked her like a whore
I fucked her like a bitch
I fucked her like my wife
I fucked her like a mistress

She was lazy on top yet still
I fucked her hard and at free will

I was finish and about to close off
I was satisfied
I was good
I was smiling like a kid at the Ice-cream factory

I dumped that little bitch in the ocean
She flopped abound like she's on a exorcism portion

I went back home in time to catch my wife
She had the morning shift
She was supposed to leave at five
She waited for me to arrive
On morning quickies she thrive
She says it keep her day alive

I fucked her good
She left for work

I then went to bed
But, in my miserable head
I kept remembering that girl
Even though she is dead