The sweet scent of prey wafts in
on the black night wind;
it brings cherished memories
of snapping bones,
and the lush rush of arterial flows,
a warm gush guarantied to soothe
a convulsing throats sere membrane.
Somewhere in the taxonomy of terror
filed under unexpected pleasures
lies the epicure's true delight!
It is that savory bit of mayhem
stumbled upon in error
that opportunity to take a bite
to ravish the unwary.
O to pounce upon a pretty morsel
purely by mistake,
when all you thought to do
was dispose of a corpse or two.
Yes to take advantage of a chance,
victims come upon by happenstance,
that is the secret of a fun filled life,
the difference between black and white.
The beauty that I see
lying within your premature
separates me from you
and it is so delightful too.
Remember the cliché?
It is ok if you scream,
because the only one who will ever hear you