Ticking of the Clock

The feeling grows as time tick on, the craving for flesh is evermore strong. My brain runs through darkness as the bloodlust strengthens and forevermore builds. I remember the warmth of blood running down my neck, encrusting on my chest. It drives me into a frenzied state, and (quoting the raven) nevermore will it leave me be. I will hunt when the call comes, with no prejudices I stalk my prey, stealth fully moving, closing in and evermore potent in mobility. With swiftness unparalleled I tear through the flesh of my victim, blood flies like it was spurted from a fountain to nevermore flow within. Before my eyes a crimson wave crashes as shiver shoot through my body and a blissful feeling takes over. The orgasmic blast forevermore repeats.... with every drop of blood. So, if in the night you hear a howl stay within.... safety, else wise you will be mine, existing nevermore.... as assuredly as I will hunt forevermore.... feeling blissful evermore.... evermore.... evermore....