My Dark Curtain

Do you hear me clicking my claws on the wall? That's to let you know I'm coming. Do you feel my breath on the back of your neck? That's to let you know I'm here, drifting out of the shadows just to let you feel my presence, then back I slip into the darkness to lurk there, your personal nightmare. I reach out my claw from my dark curtain and rip it across your back, just to let you taste the future, I sit back licking your flesh from my sickle like apendage, listening to the music of your whimpers, waiting, waiting, enjoying your cowering in the middle of the room, your personal nightmare. I lunge from the blackness, left, right tearing to ribbons the skin and muscle of the back of your thighs, the screams you release make my ears tingle in ecstasy, as I sink my teeth into your side, and when your blood hits my tongue the pleasure I feel ripples like a pond through me, your personal nightmare. You hear the crunching of bone and feel the flesh peel off your body in an artists rendision of pain. Your howling has dried up to a pitiful rasp, barely audible over my teeth grinding on your calcium frame, then back to the shadows, your personal nightmare.