The Dark Side Of Me

Drip
Drip
Drip
I hear each drop of blood hit the floor as I gaze coldly down at the dead body laying at my feet. It's lack of movement is beautiful to me as I take in my handiwork with my gaze, each slice of the skin shines like a trophy to me and I want to revel in the feel of my victory, bask in the glory of my kill!
Nothing has ever made me feel as satisfied as sinking my blade into his flesh, feeling the skin give away to the sharpness of the blade millimetre by millimetre as it finally rests inside the man's intestines. It was glorious and I felt ecstatic as I then yanked to the left and sliced the rest of his abdomen open, watching with delight as his innards became his outtards, clapping in excitement.
"Oh GLORIOUS!" I exclaimed as his knees give out and he sinks to the floor, blood and intestines pooling around him. His eyes pleading at me and mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tries to beg for mercy but I'm just not one who deals in mercy.
I throw my head back and laugh at him then using the same Karambit knife I twist my wrist so that the tip is pointing upwards and jam it in between his vertebrosternal 6-7 ribs sliding upwards straight into his left lung then pull it out. Oh I can't wait to hear the wheeze as his lung fills as he drowns in his own blood.
I stop and give it a minute just so that I can listen to it happening, it's like listening to a fine cello playing a beautiful song for me. Ah delightful. A huge grin spreads across my ruby red lips as I watch the blood gurgle out of the man's mouth in bubbles. A true sign that my masterpiece is nearly complete.

And for the final touch, I dash forward and slice his throat straight across his jugular vein and carotid artery leaving him to finish bleeding out quickly. I bend over in front of him and watch as what is left of his miserable life wanes from his eyes and his muscles with his death. And eww did he just do what I think he did? Gross. I stand and cover my nose as I give his carcass a kick for good measure and stinking the place up. Disgusting in life and disgusting in death.

Call me heinous but I find my work to be beautiful, especially on pieces of shit like this. No pun intended hehe.
I lift my head and slowly crack my neck with a rolling motion and humm a "Mmmm" then bend down and clean my blade off on his shirt before sheathing it again because no one wants blood in their sheath….gross.
My life wasn't meant to become like this, I tried hard to hold back the dark side within. But I just didn't win that fight.