Please

My legs are getting weak. Chasing you. If you knew. That this blood on my teeth. It is far beyond dry. And I've captured you once. But I wasn't quite right. So I'm telling you. That you'll be safe with me. My claws are dull now. So don't be afraid. I could keep you warm. As long as you can just try. To be brave. I've been known to bite. And my teeth may be sharp. And I've been raised to kill. But the thought of fresh meat. It is making me ill. So I'm telling you. That you'll be safe with me. Please stop looking the other way. It's cold out there. So why not stay here