Some people,
they fear the dark, they fear snakes, the fear storms.
I, I fear the way that he looks at me,
what was once a decent smile is now a murderous grin.
Every second I stare I can feel his grip tighten on my neck,
he hasnt talked to me since.
I havent wanted him since,
the nightmares I have,
waking up and having him in my house,
waking up and having him killing me,
like he said he would,
like he said he wanted to.