Prowling

On the hunt for your beating heart,
I can feel it in the distance,
Stalking my prey,
Till I get my way,
But this isn't Romance.
I can sense your capillaries bursting,
I know your anxiety grows,
Running you are till your lungs are hurting,
I am not flirting,
You better keep on your toes.
In the darkness I stalk you,
Hidden amongst the trees,
You perspire and you beg and plead,
But I will not be happy,
Unless if I sink my teeth in and you bleed.
The blood in your carotid artery pounding,
I know this as you stifle your breathing,
But you I will constantly be hounding,
And I have no interest in breeding.
I already know what will happen,
My evil is born from a plan,
Chase you till you fall and then,
You are devoured by the lycan.