Cemetery Slaughter (or so legends say)

You can hear me,
but you won't see me..
Feel my presence,
entoxicate your senses.
Blood rushing,
painting the fences
you use for all your best defenses.
A heightened sense of fear you feel,
as i draw ever nearer through the shadows before you..
The screams are welling,
coiling inside you..
Your legs are knotted,
trembling,
RUNNING!
But you're not moving,
just wallowing in panic;
with breaths as short as a one-night-stand.
The air..
Stops..
TIGHTer and
TIGHTer your stomach knots!
stiffer and stiffer grows the hair on your neck,
as TENSE and TENSE
grows the stillness that binds you in cast-iron chains.
a SWISSHH!! a FLIkk.. a.. SNAP-FLASH-TWIST-GASH!!!
Flexing my gums down upon your neck!
Popping the cork off your bloody champagne.
Sweetly shrieks spray the scene with red,
painting your face with horror and dread!
Cutting, tearing, ripping flesh!
She falls to the ground...
Like a mangled rose.
Trampled and alone.
Breathing...
Even...
Slower than slow.
Still breathing nonetheless...