I don't know Where you are But I feel your eyes Studying me intensely
I've seen you once From the window of the church In a black, hooded robe You held a white candle That burned so ominously As the was dripped onto the palm of your hands You had a small, twisted smile But the shadows cast out your image That was the day I knew I was finished
I've seen you twice Backing my car From the driveway In my rear view mirror
Three times From acrossed The street
Each time You grew closer And closer To getting me
On the fourth You were in my yard As I came home from work
And the fifth Was the final straw When, from my bedroom door, Stretched your long fingers Long nails Bony yet frail But somehow threatening Down to the soul
"Don't come any closer" She begged Before it swallowed her whole