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Watch the blood
drip from my eyes
as I lick
   the last bits of flesh
from my claws.
I've spotted my new prey
    and this one
is going to require
         special attention.

This one I must study,
     figure out,
sit back and find a weakness.
You know that's where I strike
     from behind,      
         from the blind spot,
             from the darkness,
where no one else walks.
Contemplation takes too long,
words express so little
unless strung together
     with emotion.
I lick my teeth
in anticipation,
can't stand the time
it takes before
             I sink my teeth in,
but I have enough control
to make this hunt proper.
I feel my snarls vibrate
    in my chest
         as I draw in more souls
to control myself,
          keeping me from lunging
and just ripping out her throat.
I can taste blood in my mouth
         before I strike,
once you start
you can never go back,
         must enjoy this,
its too easy to make this
   a daily chore,
           something I could hate,
much rather
      hamstring my target
         and tear into it
               at my digression.

I step out of myself
as I approach my quarry,
the void
     makes things last
                             so much longer.
Always flies around,
  knowing what's coming.
Heaven ain't close
   when I'm around
        and my prey
  shall dwell within me
                       for time eternal.

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