Melting Butter Throat

I can hear your rasping breath desperate not to be heard my throbbing heart pumping the blood to the hand that covets the blade The shadows you choose to shelter are my hunting grounds simper and bleat Soon your blood will pool around my feet I hear you pleads to your God But nothing will change my course lick my lips strengthen grip slip the glinting steel in melting butter throat twisting scrapes the bone bubble and gargle your dying blood look you in the eye as you leave this spot Your crumpled pod now lies upon the floor but the evil in me cries more...i need more