Candied Screams

Something touches my ears and glides right across my heart, the sweetest of screams that I don't even realize I'm causing. I conciously make myself stop digging into the soft muscle in the back of your leg. I've done this for so long I lost where I was, my mind wandered back into the recesses, into that little crevice I dug out for myself, down so deep the walls are covered in red ice, (my ice), see I dug it myself, a nice little place to call my own, where I can take my prey without being disturbed. And that's where the paradox builds, here I am toying with my food while I'm dragging another down to start the next game. Now is where I get lost, do I finish the first one off quick, or make the other wait? On one hand, I'm enjoying this toy I've found, I've been playing with it for awhile and it makes really nice sounds, but something new.............. the problem is there is always something new to play with, in this realm I call my own I can always find prey.