Hunts for your wounded blood

They put you down Locked you away You cut your skin You bled your brains It shoved at you Your beaten form Told you to run But your skin was worn Eyes watched you from the void in trees The insects stopped There was no breeze The birds flew off For it was near Predation hunts the one with fear They helped those who had fallen off But they left you without a thought It saw this and chased after them It did this time and time again