Crimes Unidentified

His heart beats; you can hear it on the streets.
Blood spilled down the drain, a rat's feast.
Next trophy is "you", that he is chasing.
Another one on his list as he licks his lips.
Running faster, trying to escape his prison.
Slipping and trips breaking your neck.
Instant death saved by the bell, a quick trip to heaven.
His murderous hands shaking, and waiting to torture again.
He prowls the streets watching for another prized victim.