Flies Around Me

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.