your pain is my pleasure

I yearn to see the red blood flow, the pain on your face as time seems to slow.
The anguished screams that you cry will be my bed time lulubye.
The darkness stirring deep within, my shields of light growing thin.
I the predator, you the prey.
To me your pain is like a sweet summer rain.
Your fearful screams drawing from my lips a pleasant sigh.
Now its time to run.
Run or at my feet you will die.