Wolf.

I'm not sure what was in my head when I wrote this.

The wolf watches with its bright, deadly eyes.
He hunts, but doesn't kill.
He brings you to the edge of whats real.
His insanity gnashing at you with sounds.
His eyes, his eyes.
So relentless.

He makes you stare into his vile soul.
And makes you see the blood he's payed.
On the ground.
On his skin.
In you.

Soaked into his pelt.
Making his fur a dark, dark red.
The color, the color.
So engorging. 

Watch the meat slip from bone.

Listen....Watch...Wait..
Run.

The beat is near and getting faster.
The sound is gruesome.
He knows you're weak.
He knows he's strong.
Listen to the beating.
Your heart, your heart.
Just stopped.

Author's Note

Could use a bit of growing up.