Silently stalking through the streets - he's a creature born of passion
hornet smile on blood-red lips - black teeth grin and neon eyes
claws - his claws ripping
skin - piercing your skin
tearing - tearing flesh from bone
screaming - no time to scream
addicted to the pain of others - he draws his strength from suffering
absorbing blood and tears - to quench his psychopathic thirst
lightning - he's as fast as lightning
precise - like a machine
killing - turns killing into art
unholy - unholy being
wicked horrid phantom haunts the alleys - cold-blooded hungry maniac
spiller of blood - harvester of flesh
he stands there,motionless
hiding in the shadows,waiting
waiting for his prey to come
the scent of your skin intensifies his hunger
sending chills down his spine
as he stands there,waiting for you
as he stands there,waiting...for you
claws - ...
wicked ...