My hands are soiled with blood

The weight of my sins, evident on my palms, stares at me in mockery

As if to taunt me 

"oh murderer, we know what you've done"

"you're just like the others"

We could have lived in peace 

ignored each other's existence, like parallel lines that can never meet; 

Yet you gun for me like you were Lucifer, exerting revenge on Yahweh

You suck my blood, with reckless abandon 

You land gracefully on my skin, silent as the night, mouth poised, ready for a feast

They told me you needed to feed, fertilize your egg, make your young grow

So I let you feast on me, a muse under her master's grip, just for a night

But you got greedy, you wanted more

You, with your bloodthirsty libido

A coward, hiding beneath the cloak of the night, ready to take what could never be yours

But you forget! I have stealth too, I am graceful, I could hide in the shadows 

Hahaha

A long sought revenge, ready to take form

No, I won't feel guilty

I'll take great pleasure squashing you with my palms 

I'll revel in your silent whimpers, the form of your mouth in shock

You won't beg for relief, you won't feel pain, I'll do you better and make it swift

Your death, music to my ears

And I'll hum in pleasure, and toast loudly to the survival of the fittest.