The Hunter

To control the urge I fell, 
I go out late at night, 
searching for my victim, 
my hunt shall not be in vain, 

first I choose the prey, 
the blood spills out the carotid, 
I drink this juice of life, 
I need to enter the corpse, 

I draw the penis out, 
bedaub it with her lymph, 
penetration is about to happen, 
I cum over her staring eyes, 

at last I know what I do, 
but I can't hold myself, 
the taste of death in the air, 
just drives me insane.