Bloodthirsty

The earth shivers with anticipation
The footsteps are all too familiar.
They are the few ones
Carrying the burden of a thousand sins.

As they dig deeper
Into her vulnerable spots
Coiling up for the next act,
She moans.

Ashamed of herself
She tries in vain to hide from the bright sun.
After all, she secretly craves the scent of fresh blood.

Living in sin
Too tempted to seek salvation
She spirals into a bloodthirsty routine
Awaiting the next atrocity.

And somewhere in the back of her mind
Subconsciously
Awaiting her own end.