Psychosis

Bloody, torn bodies and the horror in their eyes is what I see when I close mine.

Blood curdling screams and cries of terror are music to my ears.

Taste of blood and the scent of fear make my mouth water.

Call me what you'd like.

Monster, Demon, Beast.

But in reality I can be anything.

I could be your neighbor, daughter, friend, sister, your classmate, girlfriend...etc.

So let me then ask, "Are you scared yet?"

You should be. 

The End

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