Drained

The animal softly creeps under the light of the blood-soaked crescent.

It slaughters the innocent sheep while asking the age old question. Why?  

A lurking presence haunts the merciless being, an unnerving feeling, the silent screaming.

She whispers, “I’m leaping.” A lifeless body collapsing, bleeding, seeking.

Silence suffocating, the voices in it’s head replicating, so intoxicating, but it’s hesitating.

The knife held close to it’s prey, no but it must obey why must it delay? A shaking hand grasps the weapon, mercy deafens, no longer seeping venom but how? I threaten, teaching a lesson, my voice echos in it’s hollow brain that I’ve kept insane. It breaks the chain, my attempts are in vain, the prey scurries away while it feels the pain, I no longer reign, drenched in the acid rain I am drained.     

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sounds like the quelling of the monster within... the hunger that longs for silence and peace is won over by the power of mercy... like there is some purpose left to fulfil before it is completely over... love the dark imagery and the twist half way through which ends with the person left completely exhausted... nice work, Twiggy