Do I?

Oh no, do I really enjoy this?

As I plunge this knife into you,
As I feel the easy rip of your skin,
As I hear your blood gush through my creation,
And I hear each pulse the deeper I go in.

And I hear your screams so precise also,
As I see the colours become so intense and free;
The maroon of your body’s life;
The paleness of your face before me.

Seeing too the strain of your eyes,
And the veins in your forehead swell,
As I feel your blood rush over my hands,
And your hand grabs me as you plead so well.

Oh yes, I do really enjoy this.