People are Funny

People are funny in a strange sort of way. The kindness they show, mean things that they say. I live in my own world inside of my head, where silence is golden those people are dead.
I'm more of an animal wild and free. I know people will not hurt me. They know how I crave the scent of thier blood.
Its the thrill of the hunt, tracking them down. Wanting them quiet, not making a sound.
They are bound to my skill they cannot escape. They will all die, it is their true fate.