Ecstasy

The feeling is stupidly euphoric

pumping glee through my veins 

spurting out of my mouth in a harsh cackle. 

I stumble from the scene, consumed by my drunkenness. 

Through my blurry vision, I look at the weapon resing in my palm. 

covered in blood, blood that I have spilled. 

I grip the knife with a passion, 

filled with the ecstasy of murder, 

and scream at the top of my lungs. 

All the rage, joy, pleasure, and guilt is released in a single outburst of emotion. 

I hear sirens in the distance, and smile. 

"let them come," I mumble.