Cursed

Cursed

I hold your head in water,
to drown your burning lungs.
Your squirming seems to strengthen,
every rope that I have bound.
I twist the knife into your back,
to diffuse your panicked sounds.
Falling from my pocket,
my wallet hits the ground.

When your breathing stops I pause,
as your head does a loll.
I draw the knife out of your back,
and let your body fall.
Now you're laying on the soil,
as I coolly shrug the crime.
The look on your face is still,
forever froze in time.

I wished I'd not done this,
then I cut out all the blame.
You're the one that wanted,
to play this twisted game.
As I reach quickly down,
I breath upon your neck.
Biting down with pointed teeth,
I desecrate this wreck.

As I feed inside I feel,
a sickening hunger growing.
My fingers grip you tight,
to keep the blood flow going.
I pull too hard with disregard,
your bones give way with ease.
Crackling, they break out loud,
as I feed to this disease.

I watch your body lower,
at the funeral as they grieve.
A smile parts showing all,
the thirst I have relieved.
Turning from the site I snicker,
a laugh escapes out loud,
“Soon you will see just why,
I hate these wretched grounds.”