Killing is a Drug.

You stand above it like you have no remorse. You need to figure out what to do with it. You lick the blood from the freshly warm body. You need the blood. The anguish it brings to kill something so close to your heart. The only option is to eat it. You love it, you desire it. Nothing compares to the taste. You lay there with your heart beating so fast, it feels like you will never have this drug again. Help me find it, Help me escape it. Bloody Hell, just HELP!!!!!