I've Become

I woke up not knowing where I am

The blood of a man on my hands

I wonder if this could be true

What did I do?

 

I’m too caught up in myself

I think I need help

I love what I’ve become

The taste of your blood

 

I’m feeding on your soul

There is nothing left

To be told.

 

I lied to you

Trapped you in my web

And now your dead.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

starts out like a film noir. i would like to think that he actually enjoyed the kill and the taste of blood because this is his first kill. i guess he did remember where he was because he remembers trapping the guy in his web. or it could be that he lied to us as we have been drawn into his web. and now we're dead because he fooled us. open to many questions. excellent piece.

[Alexandria Reece]

'I love what I’ve become
The taste of your blood'

Those are two very powerful lines and I like where you put it in the poem, the essential middle point where the reader has just started to wonder how the subject is feeling. A true monster, which is splendid and beautiful in every dark way. Thank you for sharing, it's a great poem.