Ascending Contemplation.

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I wait in the shadows, my life-blood pounding through my temples as I peak on the rush of adrenaline that surges through my veins. I wait, as cramps starts to seize my limbs in my motionless state. I hear footsteps, tip- tapping towards me. Heels on concrete, if I’m not very much mistaken. I hate the sound of heels on concrete. 2

Could it be? Have I found tonight’s prey?3

Clipety clop, clipety clop, footsteps louder, prey is nearer. 4

Clipety clop, clipety clop, mind is focused, thoughts are clearer. 5

A veil of red falls over my eyes as the focus of my bloodlust steps into my line of sight. My heart hammers against my ribcage as I fantasise the many ways to extinguish a single life. Saliva dribbles down my chin and I think I just had a mini orgasm. It’s not so much the act as the symbolism it represents. I think of how easy it is to snuff out a candle, thus outing the passionate flame that made it special. In essence, wiping out the endless possibilities that this soul might achieve.6

Oh, the power! Oh, the glorious power that resides in these, my hands...7

As tonight’s prey passes me by, my heartbeat quickly resumes back to its regular pace and I release the breath that I didn’t realise I was holding. 8

I step out from the shadows and make my way home. I am no killer, at least not tonight. The cravings are strong, but I am stronger. I need to deal with these cravings. 9

Do I appease them? Or do I suppress them? 10

I guess only time will tell...11